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"With public sentiment, nothing can fail; without it nothing can succeed. Consequently he who moulds public sentiment, goes deeper than he who enacts statutes or pronounces decisions. He makes statutes and decisions possible or impossible to be executed." -- Abraham Lincoln, 1858-08-21

I just heard on the radio that Cream is re-forming!

Today feels different. I feel alert, not just awake, and it's been a while. Let's see how long this lasts and how much I can get done while it does.

Perrine just posed in Most Excellent And Dramatic lighting and the nearest camera is two rooms away. Argh.

My prepaid cell phone ran out of minutes last night, so if you're trying to reach me that way, it'll be a little while ... I'll try to make it a very short while, if I can.

I am woefully unprepared for Christmas. Woe, I say, Woe!

Okay, done with the melodrama, which probably wasn't as cute as it was in my head. Next year I want to have the house straightened up enough to put a Christmas tree in the living room or the dining room. (Right now I could put one on the third floor (I haven't checked the height of the artificial tree I found in a box in the basement, but it probably fits -- of course I also haven't checked to see whether all the parts are there, but they probably are), but it'd make more sense to put it where I'll actually see it more often. I'll but the itty bitty tabletop tree (less than half a meter tall) on the hi-fi near the front door again this year.

Which reminds me -- I need to figure out why the lavender neon shooting star madbodger made many years ago stopped working; I usually light that up in a 3rd floor window to make the house look festive from the outside. It's time I remembered to plug in the coloured lights in the 2nd floor front windows too. Whoops. I've really been out of it, huh?

Okay, that killed enough time that the water should be boiling for the second half of my breakfast by now.

Experiments suggest that the latent heat of fusion of butter has less significance to the final[*] temperature of the baked potato than the specific heat of sour cream does.

Experiments comparing the latent heat of fusion of butter to the latent heat of fusion of margarine will be conducted at some other time.

[*] Okay, the penultimate temperature of the baked potato, since the final temperature -- the temperature at the time it ceases to be identifiable as potato -- is 98.6F