Rare Saturday Post

Topics of conversation, when mixed with an entropic carburetor, divide penguins from their sister tadpoles.

I am terribly sleepy at this 14h41 of the day that I am typing this, but I have to retrieve G-bot from his curling session in 19 minutes, so I will not get to have a nap this afternoon, unless I do when I get back from retrieving him.

A spaghetti western rarely has spaghetti.

I am super keen to see my wife excel at being an Epicure Selections entrepreneur; if she moves up the ladder there, it could mean an easier life for us down the road.

All of the days of the month have formed a union and will go on strike. Fortunately, they've set their strike date to start on March 31st. The very next day they'll all be let go anyhow to welcome in the non-unionized April days. Who ever said that days of the month were smart?

It was all about better working and weather conditions, more pay, fewer hours and so on. As a day of the month myself, I can't say I blame them.

Sharing belly button lint is taking sharing to a whole new level. Level seven, I believe.

There is something about winning that makes the others feel let down. I should know. Well, I would know if winning was as important to me as napping.

Okay, time to go get G-bot.