-t, are they on top of your head? . . . Sorry, couldn't resist.

I have baffled myself. At the stop light leaving wrk, I swapped my glasses for my sunglasses. Get home, that glasses case is empty. No glasses in my purse, anywhere i can see in the car, in my jacket pockets, anywhere I've been in the house. How did I manage that?

Parallel universe. I keep telling people things slip into parallel universes, but despite all the evidence, no one belives me.

I bet you find them on your desk at work.

A spot of mearaing:

Congratulations Jess and ND!

I sprang fullblown from the brow of Zeus. At least as far as I know.

I myself imagine that I emerged from the brow of Dr Zeus.

Basically, two hundred years ago, there was no individual soldier with a public voice; the names of infantryment weren't even recorded in the historical record. Today, a soldier can write a blog from a personal laptop in country, and take photos from a combat outpost. From an ethical standpoint it's a revolution.

Interesting! Do you cover Skippy's List? [link]

Ahaha, number 3! My cousin got in trouble for that when he was stationed aboard the Ike. He had some kind of a wand with...stuff on it. He had the flight deck crew piss scared of him.

Worth checking, Julie! But no.

I hope so, Zen, because I do not know where else to look. I have a clear memory of swapping them while I was in the car, but maybe that's a memory from another day. If this is the worst thing that happens to me today I'll be in good shape, in any case.

Currently experimenting with watching TV through my sunglasses. Not terrible.

I used to think that JAMA, being published by the AMA, was so big-time that surely the authors would have their shit together. I was SO WRONG.

I learned that was the way of the publishing world when I was at the fancy magazine about wine. The guy who got a full page with his smug photo every month would go get happy at a tasting and turn in a napkin with some scribbling on it. The copy editor had create the entire column for him. Surprised such a smug know it all had no pride about his written work. Maybe he'll end up floating in a barrel full of port wine.

One time, I had a clear memory of taking a large heavy barrette out of my hair while walking down the hill from my parking spot to my house. Later, in the house, I could not find the barrette. I was sure I'd put it in my pocket. I finally found it - in the car. Where I swear to this day it could not be. My boyfriend took this as further proof that I was going insane.

Check under the seats, especially between seat and center console.

Did that, but will try once more.

I once went searching madly through my bag for my swipe card to get into work.

I was holding it.