You're the funny one.

Yes, well, you're the pretty one. I think we're both the smart one. Together we're unstoppable. Let's take over the world.

How's tomorrow sound?

I hope not a thong.

Jockstraps are barely more coverage.

Hee.

I'm going from the USEF Festival of Champions (Dressage) to the live scores at the US Open. No translucent breeches at Gladstone.

from way back

Port installation. Oh, it aches. Perkins, how did you do this?

I don't remember mine aching. Life threatening infection, yes, aching no.

I do wish it didn't make the vein in my neck so prominent, but I'm told other people don't notice it as much as I do.

In happier news, it's friday!

I came home to S1 and S2 Fringe DVDs, which I forgot I ordered from Amazon.

Weekend = MADE.

I don't remember mine aching.

My muscle is KILLING me. I have hugely limited range of motion right now.

Hoping against the infection thingy. Don't make me catch that.

From Harper’s New Monthly Magazine in 1869, in an article on pioneers of ballooning:

“We close this discussion by narrating an incident which occurred in London in 1824, and which belongs rather to the realm of sentiment and romance than to that of science and philosophy.

There was an exhibition of a balloon ascension to be made by an English aeronaut named Harris, at Vauxhall, a celebrated public garden. Harris, to give greater éclat to the spectacle, invited a young woman to whom he was engaged to be married to accompany him.

The departure and ascent were accomplished without any difficulty; but when high in the air the cord communicating with the valve at the top of the balloon.. became disarranged, so that Harris, after opening it..found, to his consternation and horror, that he could not close it again. Of course, as the gas continued to issue from the opening, the balloon descended with greater and greater rapidity every instant.

Harris threw out all his ballast, and every thing else that he could lay hand upon, to arrest the descent. He took off his own and the lady’s outer clothing, and threw it over. All was in vain. He finally concluded that by throwing himself over he might save her…He accordingly kissed her farewell and left into the air. She saw him go down, and immediately fell fainting into the bottom of the car.

When she came to herself she found herself in the midst of a crowd of eager spectators…She soon recovered sufficiently to be taken home, and she sustained no permanent injury from her awful adventure.

It is needless to say what was the fate of her devoted and heroic lover.”

Awww... sad, but sweet.

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Proving that chivalry isn't dead ... although this particular practitioner was.

Timelies all!

Planning to go to the Takoma Park Folk Festival on Sunday. Hopefully the 9/11 references will be few.(We were originally planning to go to the MD Ren Faire, but with the weather we've been having, we figured the site would be a bit muddy) We'll probably be hearing a lot of traditional folk music.

There's a guy here whose last day it is, and he just announced that the last work he did was for me. I'm so completely special. Though, he didn't give me the answer I wanted. I should make him go back to his desk.

Also, frell this status report.