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Holy crap. A picture of Hurricane Frances approaching Florida.

Harry Potter. Ray sat on my lap through all but the last five minutes of the Prisoner of Azkaban. And this is not a girl with a low restlessness quotient. Cheap theater good.

Acid Purple or Invisible. I woke up this morning and had ideas. Now I can’t remember what they were. I took a shower and had ideas. I can’t remember them, either. I had ideas at work, and they’re gone, too. On the way home I realized that I’d slipped into the state of mind where

It makes sense once you see it. Headbanging belly dancers at Metal Goddess.

Yo mama. Yo mama so fat when she pull her pants down, people start turning into werewolves, ’cause it’s a full moon. –Tshirt.

QOTD: “If the dorks and the non-dorks ever got in a war, I wouldn’t make it as a double agent.” –Anon.

Their eyes were watching GOD. So Ray and I went to the zoo today. As usual, after three hours of spazzing out, she fell asleep on the way home. She’d only been asleep for half an hour when I pulled up to the house, and I had a good book. I parked in the shade

Work. Work was work again today.

Six Sigma. I went to a Six Sigma simulation class today. It was the most fun I’ve ever had at work, ever. We took a ten-minute process and reduced it to ten seconds. I got to bounce around and shout out ideas. I could do that for a living.

Donuts. It used to be that all you could get were crappy donuts, at least where I lived. They were all cake donuts, and they all tasted slightly stale. Then I had my first Krispy Kreme. “Ah!” I said. “There’s nothing wrong with this donut! What a relief!” I was on vacation. When I went