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Flotsam and jetsam
Jun. 3rd, 2008 12:22 pmI wish I could think of a clever word for mental detritus, ideas and memories that float up in your brain at random times, and the thoughts that submerge and percolate until you retrieve them. Hm. Flotsyn and jetsyn?
I am sad to be turning the page of my World Wildlife Fund calendar, as May featured Blue-Footed Boobies. I have a ridiculous fondness for them, you see; how did they evolve to have such startling appendages? And who decided to name them Boobies? Just saying their name puts a smile on my face, rather like the Troy-Bilt Chipper Vac. (If I've ever succumbed to a case of the Blahs, feel free to mention either subject, and it will instantly cheer me up, rather like "Hot Lava!" in a game of Apples to Apples is an auto-win.)
( Unplanned long weekend )
I am very blinky-tired right now after another night of thunderstorms and a dog in hysterics. She actually wound up falling asleep on my bed, which has never happened before. Five hours of fretting will wear out anyone, I suppose. I am keeping an eye on the clock; when 1:45 rolls around, I'm treating myself to a 20 oz Diet Coke as an offering to the Great Goddess Caffeina to help me stay awake.
There was something else, really there was, like an actual point to posting, rather than recapping. I blame the Boobies. Perhaps it will float up later.
I am sad to be turning the page of my World Wildlife Fund calendar, as May featured Blue-Footed Boobies. I have a ridiculous fondness for them, you see; how did they evolve to have such startling appendages? And who decided to name them Boobies? Just saying their name puts a smile on my face, rather like the Troy-Bilt Chipper Vac. (If I've ever succumbed to a case of the Blahs, feel free to mention either subject, and it will instantly cheer me up, rather like "Hot Lava!" in a game of Apples to Apples is an auto-win.)
( Unplanned long weekend )
I am very blinky-tired right now after another night of thunderstorms and a dog in hysterics. She actually wound up falling asleep on my bed, which has never happened before. Five hours of fretting will wear out anyone, I suppose. I am keeping an eye on the clock; when 1:45 rolls around, I'm treating myself to a 20 oz Diet Coke as an offering to the Great Goddess Caffeina to help me stay awake.
There was something else, really there was, like an actual point to posting, rather than recapping. I blame the Boobies. Perhaps it will float up later.
