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Eating my morning snack of a banana, and this sticker made me laugh

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This made me fall over laughing. Sesame Street was good times as a kid and I loved Cookie the best. So I’m all for him getting the hosting gig on SNL.

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This is an abandoned car in the parking garage I park in.

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So it was the shindig for my grandparents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary tonight.  Before we all went over to the restaurant, we hung out in the hotel. My uncle found the shades in the pocket in the back of Mom’s wheelchair and soon enough, my cousin Steph was rocking them.  In the pic is Jill, Steph, and Steph’s boyfriend Mike.

Happy anniversary, Nanny and Papa!

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Found this on the ground this morning as I was walking into work. It was part of a larger chalk drawing. It made me laugh.

There’s more to say, but I’m gathering thoughts right now. Maybe later.

[This entry is also serving to test the new crossposter. If this works, this entry should show up on my LJ and my Dreamwidth Journal...]

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1. It was a beautiful morning in Sacramento this morning. It hasn’t started raining yet, but over the last hour, the clouds have rolled in, so it’s coming
2. I heart fortune:
   Your fortune for the day
   Q: How many members of the U.S.S. Enterprise does it take to change a light bulb?

   A: Seven. Scotty has to report to Captain Kirk that the light bulb inthe Engineering Section is getting dim, at which point Kirk will send Bones to pronounce the bulb dead (although he'll immediately claim that he's a doctor, not an electrician). Scotty, after checking around, realizes that they have no more new light bulbs, and complains that he "canna" see in the dark. Kirk will make an emergency stop at the next uncharted planet, Alpha Regula IV, to procure a light bulb from the natives, who, are friendly, but seem to be hiding something. Kirk, Spock, Bones, Yeoman Rand and two red shirt security officers beam down to the planet, where the two security officers are promptly killed by the natives, and the rest of the landing party is captured. As something begins to develop between the Captain and Yeoman Rand, Scotty, back in orbit, is attacked by a Klingon destroyer and must warp out of orbit. Although badly outgunned, he cripples the Klingon and races back to the planet in order to rescue Kirk et. al. who have just saved the natives' from an awful fate and, as a reward, been given all light bulbs they can carry. The new bulb is then inserted and the Enterprise continues on its five year mission.

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Sorry I’ve not been around to update the blog. Life just has eaten me alive, and it’s been easier to keep the twitter feed up to date. At some point, I’ll sit down and try to catch y’all up, but this post is because Baycon is next weekend, so I went and picked up my ribbon order today.

This is the collection of this year’s ribbons:

1. Yes, that’s my feet.
2. A couple of these are special: the green one is for gophers, the one that reads “Ascended Master” is for those who catch me in the right place.
3. The Gopher Local #42 is a joke from last year’s hoax newsletter about the gophers (convention volunteers) going on strike. So I figured, the gophers need a union. And of course, it’s science fiction, so the Local # had to be 42.
4. My streak of bad Baycon/bacon puns continues.
5. I can’t *wait* to see the reactions to “this ribbon intentionally left blank”
6. White and silver are hard to tell apart. (For the record, Gopher and winning move are printed with white, left blank in silver
7. Is it Baycon yet?

As I said, if you’re at Baycon and you want one of these ribbons, just hunt me down and I’ll give it to you. In fact, just like last year, I’ll be indiscrimately handing out the katster ones.

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Here is today's amusement.

I get letters in my email from my local library about books that have come in for me. (I can also log into the online system and see them, so I knew the book was at the library already.) This is what it said:

Mon Nov 20 2006
It's waiting for you! Please pick up your item within ten days.

AUTHOR: Brooks, Max.
World War Z : an oral history of th
CALL NO: 818.602 BRO
BARCODE: 31740002337115

Well, of course, other than the "I got this because my friends (hi mrfnord!) thought it was pretty cool", here's the thing I'm amused at. You see that call number?

Well, here's a call number for a book I checked out earlier:
AUTHOR: Maguire, Gregory.
TITLE: Son of a witch : a novel
CALL NO: fic s Maguire
BARCODE: 33029056887888

So...apparently this zombie war actually happened when I wasn't paying attention. I should really pay more attention to current events.

me: mutters about the yummy and delicious eyeball that didn't want to come out and be ate.
friend: ?
me: is there something there you didn't understand? ;)
me: finally got it out. For I am a dexterous monkey and have opposable thumbs.
friend: Yeah that whole last sentence you sent! :P
me: ...you mean you don't normally hear about yummy and delicious eyeballs? ;)
friend: No.
me: what planet are you from?
friend: Earth.
me: You can't be. 'Cause I'm from Earth.
friend: I am too.
me: and you've never heard of yummy and delicious eyeballs?
friend: Nope.
me: What backwards culture were you raised in? ;)
friend: :P

...at which point I had to admit it was a gummy eyeball. (Which, weirdly enough, do not trigger my eye squick. Don't ask me why.)

In other news, I have antibiotics and codeine cough syrup, so maybe I'll feel well enough tomorrow to pick back up the pace on the Nano novel. The official diagnosis is definite outer ear and sinus infections, probable bronchitis, and possible middle ear infections. And my chest hurts from coughing so much. So I think I'm going to go sit in the bathtub with The Great Deluge s'more and then take some wonderful cough syrup and go to bed, free from hack hack hacking.