DUDE YOU ARE BLOWING MY MINDHOLE.

I am sure.

Adam Levine seems to be the hot guy who knows he's hot and lets it affect his personality too much

I am content to know nothing about him other than his public persona, and to really not want to know more about him than that, because unless his puppy kicking makes the news, my celebrity banging criteria have actually dropped in strictness since not schtupping the 'NSYNC guy. (My sister points out that if he'd been a cross dresser I would have anyway--YEAH, of course I'm that kind of shallow--that makes his public persona more interesting)

SHIT IT GOT LATE. For early, I mean.

I am writing peer reviews. I think I need to take a break, though, because I have other pressing things to work on this week. Maybe I should do some 45/15s alternating work with Tumblr or something.

Maybe I should do some 45/15s

I'm amused at how Unfuck Your Habitat is totally into Welcome to Night Vale, frequently citing how perfect the length of the episodes are for 20/10s.

I am listening to Night Vale on my commute again, and, damn, episode thirteen was amazing. Weirdly, I decided I could cross Supernatural over into it as soon as they mentioned a late night diner and pie. But, creepily, as soon as they mentioned a black car pulled up you could fuse them right in. I can't get that picture out of my head. I may draw both the diner visit and that canon scene.

One day. I was going to listen to the ep again anyway, because it was gripping and evocative. Extra, I mean.

Does "take your breath away" mean you stopped breathing during your reaction? Because I held my breath at the end of this lip synch duel on the Jimmy Fallon show with Stephen Merchant and JGL.

I had almost forgotten that I'd given a care package of decorated Band Aids to the kids next door--I drew a picture of Captain BooBoo sailing through the air on a card and gave them two of everything from Superman to Hello Kitty (except bacon and devil ducks, because a) little kids and b) mezzuzah on their door).

This morning there's an envelope stuck to my door and each of them had drawn and signed a picture for me! I have kids pictures on my fridge for the first time ever (one's of a Band Aid--I have no idea about the colour drawing)! It's so sweet.

I'm too used to being around you people. I made a Jane Eyre joke about the 300 sandwiches guy and no one laughed.

Y'all would have laughed, right?

There are so very few women naval architects and marine engineers that the second-to-last place my sister worked, they had to re-write the staff handbook to include women.

It is still, in some places, bad luck for a woman to touch any moving part on a boat.

My sister has badassed her way through an amazing level of misogyny, stupidity, and comments she should wear a skirt more often.

She's an expert in carbon fiber, wings, and foils. And today, her team won a pretty big race. I'm so unbelievably proud of her. And I just needed to say it somewhere that wouldn't get her in trouble at work.

Timelies all!

Tried a chocolate chai latte from Starbucks. Kinda underwhelmed. (Not enough chai)