Well, it is raining.

*twinkle twinkle*



Short takes:

1) It's been 60 days. Am stunned, surprised, proud, pleased, grateful, humbled, curious, amazed, blinky, and quietly looking forward to what untapped gifts are hiding in the next 30.

2) Stayed up far too late last night reading Grave Peril which, IMHO, not only did not suck, but reinforces my belief that Harry Dresden is love. Sorry, guys. I'm no longer an objective reviewer at this point...and bring on Summer Knight, says I.

3) Also, there was ice cream, at the bestest place evah!

*huggles kittengirly*

4) She also flipped me this snarky bon-bon on being vegetarian. What he said! Yeah! Especially the part about how bacon smells good, because, well, it just does. And that's perfectly okay!

5) Somebody needs to make a lolcat that says CARBS NOM NOM NOM.

6) Yesterday's delightful moment was sponsored by the wicked men of the telephone reference unit, who were talking about oompa-loompas for no apparent good reason. We decided that it would be pretty flipping awesome if the library had a squad of oompa-loompas on staff. Whenever somebody was acting like an asshat, the oompa-loompas would appear, and spirit the offender away. They would then sing a song.

7) I'm pretty sure that laughing about that notion all afternoon kept the mad patrons away from me. Every dog knows its own.

*twinkle twinkle*

8) You know what am randomly grateful for this morning? The fact that I live in the same era as Christopher Walken. Dance on, mad mofo. Dance on!

9) Poem du jour = Matinee.

10) The cats apologize for their recent absence from the world of belles lettres. They've had quite a lot to say lately, actually, but their wisdom is for mama's ears alone, oh yes. And we're all still trying to make sense of Lucky's birthday prophecy; I've never seen a kitten stare like that, or declaim so elegantly aftewards.

*twinkle twinkle*

Raining! Time to go for a walk.

That is, affectionately, all.