I think the changer's out to get me.

And like the moon upon the water
Gives diamonds to the sea
I pray that when the snow is gone
You'll return to me

Through this bitter, bitter cold
I thought I'd always have you to hold me
Hold me through the storm
And keep me warm
Through this bitter, bitter cold . . .

--Tara MacLean, "In The Wings"

It followed that with Bryan Adams's "Heaven", and see what it's doing to me now.

What a useless day this has been.

I have run the dishwasher. And done laundry.

I made Soup, and spent some time chewing on the notion of how many teeth it requires to consume it. In related ponderings, I dropped the artist for Hathor the Cowgoddess a line asking for permission to use some of her work as a userpic.

Have new userpics, as the last entry likely demonstrated. And yes, people who might know and blink at the gaming userpic and wonder if that's what that is, that is the black queen piece I got for my PxQ maneuver in the spring 1996 run of "All the King's Men". Nothing is coincidence.

On the bright side, my father sent me the following email:

Type "Speed of sound in smoots per second" into google
type "Speed of light in furlongs per fortnight" into google

LOL

This has, of course, terribly satisfying results (but doesn't work if one capitalises the initial letter).

120 words on section 47. Wrong voltage.

Must feed snakie, clean catbox, start more laundry.

Nyarghle.

I am either very sick, having a horrible allergy response to something environmental, or have a gerbil in my lower sinus cavities on the right pricking my mucus membranes with its little claws.

Dear AT&T Local: if you cannot grasp that you have called me repeatedly, already, in the last day, why should I expect that a change to your service would be a pleasant improvement? Fortunately, your response to "I want you people to stop calling me" was slightly less stuttery and confused than your response to "I received this phone call already this morning."

Dear cats who woke me up by frantically slaughtering each other on my ankles, please to not earworm me with

Psycho kitty, qu' est-ce que c'est?
Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa
Better Run Run Run Run Run Run awaaaaaaaaay

again.

With no apologies to the Talking Heads whatsoever.

A public thank you.

Thank you, Heather Cushman-Dowdee, for your gracious permission to use an image from Hathor the Cowgoddess and the Evolution Revolution as a user picture.

(And I have changed the userpic icon on the entry titled "Moo. (Round women, full of promises.)" to match this as well, because that was an entry that was crying out for it.)

Addendum: In other Het-Herw-related news, the statue of Her I bought a while back finally shipped yesterday. Huzzah.