Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"So, right wing legislators were certain that they were following the teachings of Jesus. When I read the Bible, Jesus' words therein gave very different instructions. This confused me.

"Fortunately, the answer was to be found in the pages of soap operas, melodramas and comic books. If Shakespeare taught us nothing else, he pointed out that if a person behaves in radically different ways at different times, then that one person is actually two! Yes, the Republican Party has been following the orders of Jesus' Evil Twin! (Hereafter referred to, as is traditional for evil twins, as 'Skippy.')"

-- badmagic, "The other Jesus", 2005-04-27

Linguistic question: does that make Skippy's followers "Skippians" or "Skippyists"?

I had a painful night, constantly half-waking to roll over to compensate for which parts of me hurt worst at any particular time. But here's the blogworthy oddity: I had two dreams going, one involving a television show and the other having to do with a marbled bundt cake, and which dream I was having depended on which side I was lying on at the time. It was as though I couldn't dream about the television show if I was facing away from where the television set was in the dream (which was not the same part of the room where my television is in real life, BTW).

I no longer remember any of the plot from either dream, but I do remember noticing at some point that each dream picked up where it had left off when I rolled over.

Taking a break, going to rest my eyes a bit at home before heading back out to get things done, trying to find the position that will make my neck hurt less ... I put an arm under my pillow and wonder, "What's under my pillow that's soft, fuzzy, slightly squishy, and ... UGH!!!!!"

Dead mouse.

(Dead mouse with a surprisingly soft coat. I must have healthy mice. But still! Eww!)

Thank you ever so much, Perrine. Yes, I'm wide fucking awake now. But I could've used the half hour of downtime, really.

*grumble*

At least anniemal (who was sitting next to me on the bed when I shouted, "EW!") doesn't have to wonder whether my not having seen a mouse in the past week or so meant that mouse problem had gone away or not.

I don't think I've said "ew" and "ugh" quite enough yet. It's the surprise, the half-asleepy surprise, that makes it oh so ever ughworthy.

Argh.