Spinning on that dizzy edge

Last night at dinner, the Emperor announced that he had to visit the bathroom. (Liberally translated from Emperor-speak, of course.) He was in there a while, during which we were treated to various babblings and streams of consciousness, rather like Boo in "Monsters Inc.". He slayed us, though, when he busted out with "Can you feel the love tonight?" from "Lion King", perfectly on key. My little goober...

I've been aware for quite some time that Neil Patrick Harris is quite a talented, attractive, and intelligent guy. Then came this article in "Out", and oof. Damn. The man is savvy and poised and a vision in leather pants. *dreamy sigh*

We live in a world of amazing technological marvels. Why, then, can no one invent a tampon that is easy to insert, comfortable to wear, and comes with a non-absorbent string? (And before you rush to present alternatives to tampons themselves, believe me, I've tried them. Diva-type cups don't stay in well, pads are Right Out, and being on the Pill didn't lessen the flow much at all.) Seriously, people -- get to work.

My attention span is completely shot for this project at work. It's dragged on about three times as long as necessary because I just can't bring myself to concentrate. I think the problem is that testing it is going to be a bitch-and-a-half, and I just don't want to go there. DO NOT WANT.

You know what I do want? Mary Poppins to visit and help us spoonful some sugar at the garden and the house, so I can stop wincing at the view. I'd stand around snapping and everything.

Catching up with my flist after a weekend is a fun, but long, task, especially with all the recent additions of "gosh, I love your writing" people. (That is, people whose writing I love, not the other way around.) So yeah, that's done, and I thought I'd braindump the random bits I've collected for the past week or so.

( Welcome to my headspace. It's weird in here. )