I read that as "the attention span of a goat." Which led to a charming mental image of someone chewing on paperwork for a bit, nosing around the window for a couple of minutes, munching on the sleeve of someone's jacket, and then back to chewing on more paperwork.

That sounds like me, actually.

I read that as "the attention span of a goat." Which led to a charming mental image of someone chewing on paperwork for a bit, nosing around the window for a couple of minutes, munching on the sleeve of someone's jacket, and then back to chewing on more paperwork. Probably not quite what you were going for.

That's a good description of me today.

The pillow's got a sort of Teletubbies vibe, but I want one anyway.

The Esquire channel is airing reruns of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. I forgot how delightful this show was.

That doesn't look like a pillow, it looks like a crime scene.

I want the episode of Current Crime Drama where they find someone who's been dead inside one of those things for a couple days, in a library, and no one noticed until...

Oh I fully admit the pillow is a little creepy looking. But it gives off a serious whiff of "don't bother knocking, I ain't answering the door."

But it gives off a serious whiff of "don't bother knocking, I ain't answering the door."

This, totally.

And a air of "But here, have my bag, and maybe stick something to my fake alien forehead."

Happy Birthday Hil!

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