I dreamed last night that I had to have my left foot amputated. And okay, fine, but it was for a stupid reason--like, "You have a really bad sprain, we need to cut it off." I remember getting into the shower, trying to get my balance, and realizing that my left foot ended in a nubby spear of flesh. My dad had his legs amputated, bit by bit--foot, knees, then up to the thighs; he was diabetic.
my spam is like a poem
"An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words. Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible."
what I watched last night
Merlin's Shop of Mystical Wonders ("Good use of trolls." -- mst3k)
questions that plague me
You know how you choose an actress to represent the gender-switched version of your BSO--say, Rodney--and it's a bull's-eye of inspiration, and then a few weeks later you want to revisit the scenario only to realize that you've forgotten who the actress was, and you'll never find another one so perfect, and you brood on the question and flagellate your degenerating memory, and then you think, hmm, maybe we could go with Tasha Yar, and that would actually be kind of funny and geekily apt, but *then* you think no, no, he was prettier, damn it, and then suddenly you realize you'll never get the image of Rodney as Tasha Yar out of your head now, and you've just shared the image with everyone you know and possibly infected them too, like with an alien virus, and then you facepalm yourself until you smother.
But that happens to everyone, right?
other thoughts I've had
I can't remember.