I'm also undead. That's no fun.

I just had to write up meeting minutes for a meeting like that today. I literally had in my notes "something something blah blah blah."

I'm a time traveler. Jack and I should get together to compare notes. Or, you know, something.

My onerous task today will be getting the rear wiperblade replaced on my car. The actual replacement isn't that onerous, but remembering to do it has proven to be so.

I'm undead too ... nothing's fallen off. Yet.

I may have found all the papers I need. I found some tax-related papers, anyway. My end table is four shelves that are actually removable trays. The top one is nice and stable and I forget that the lower ones are quite wobbly and will, if a cat jumps on them, for example, spill everything they are holding and right themselves. So under that bottom shelf is a treasure trove of things I wanted to keep handy. Was, as I have retrieved it all now. I am sure it will start collecting stuff again soon.

I have run out of Batman/Superman slash fic to read, which is amazing considering that a week ago I had zero interest in any such thing. Most of it, naturally, was either overly romantic crap or indulgently torrid sex scenes written by people who have probably never had sex. I'm disturbed at the number of people who apparently think Superman has no brain and Batman is a scary sort of father figure. If I knew enough of the actual canon I might try writing it, but I don't, and the actual canon seems very confusing and possibly not much better written than some of the fanfic. There also seem to be 83754 universes *in canon* with Superman and Batman in them, so how can anyone tell what's canon and what isn't? Anyway. I still have a bad cold and I'm going back to bed, without any slash fic except what's in my head. Hey, that rhymed. And scanned. I'm a poet on cold medicine.

I would have thought this was awesome if it had happened at my school [link]

I am a pirate on the geek zodiac, and TCG is a time traveller.

That's awesome!

ha! I love all the Undead complaining about their bits falling off.

I would have thought this was awesome if it had happened at my school

Hey, my daughter's class got to meet that baby T-rex last year on a school field trip. I thought it was great! There was significantly less screaming when we saw him, probably because there was a museum docent right there to introduce him to the kids. Cutest moment of the visit: When the T-rex noticed the full grown T-rex skeleton behind him and started cooing at it.