Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Happy Cheese Weasel Day, everyone!

geekchick posted an adorable weasel photo. And kathrynt helpfully posted a *.wav file of the melody she came up with for The Cheese Weasel Song. (I heard the original melody sung once, a decade ago, and can't remember it. Kathryn's sounds right to me.) And it seems to be a thing for the whole office where infinitehotel works, as it was at the company where I first learned of the holiday (though they aim a little higher on the fancy-cheese scale). Here's the office FAQ on the holiday there. And jrw proposed a proposed Google logo if Google were to start celebrating Cheese Weasel Day.

Okay, it was after sunset and the type was a little smaller than ought to be used on a bumper sticker, but I swear the little red car ahead of me on Montgomery Village Avenue last night in Gaithersburg had a bumper sticker on it that said, "Get a taste of religion: Lick a Witch". Urf? (Admittedly, there are some Witches who come to mind whom I really could seriously enjoy licking, but I guess I'd best not name names. And at least one yummy atheist and an agnostic leap to mind as well. But I digress.) Couldn't quite make out two other stickers.

Missed Thrir Venstri Foetr rehearsal on Tuesday 'cause I started feeling too wobbly to get on the highway that evening. I need a more reliable body. We've got gigs coming up that we're preparing for. Did make it to Homespun Ceilidh Band rehearsal last night (after a too-brief but otherwise pleasant meeting with a friend I hadn't seen in waaaay too long), but wow, was I tired. Came home last night feeling thoroughly wiped out. My car is making more and more expensive-sounding noises. I worry. Especially since I need my car to get to rehearsals and gigs. Worry worry worry bleah.

One of the things my old friend and I discussed over dinner last night was privacy, expectations of privacy, and fora such as LiveJournal. And how very different some folks' expectations are from each other. And how much I expose here and on my web site, versus what I don't write (most often to respect others' privacy).

I've got errands I need to do today, but given how tired I still felt when I woke up, I decided not to push myself. Instead I finally watched Tuesday night's episode of Buffy (yes, a repeat from earlier this season, but one I hadn't seen the first time around) and last night's The West Wing Can't watch the episodes of 24 and Angel I taped this week, because I'm trying to watch those shows in order and I'm still a few weeks behind on each. Need to clear off another couple of tapes to re-use, or bite the bullet and take more out of my grocery money to buy a couple of blank tapes.

I'm babbling. I should crawl back into bed. At some point I need to force myself to go to the grocery store. I have a little money to spend on groceries, but didn't leave the house Tuesday, and was in "gotta get home really fast so that I can get out of the car before I get too tired to drive the rest of the way" mode last night, so actually getting to the store is being the problem this week.

"Few computer hardware retailers also sell kittens. If you find one that does, you may actually just be having a weird dream. Check for flying monkeys." (From a Dan's Data review of a kitten as a computer room accessory.