Woozle has been a cherished patron of this cantina since very nearly the moment it opened. Whilst I was away viewing non-flaming geysers, he left this note:
…and on a completely different tack, some geological humor for you.
I clicked the link. I viewed link. I read the link. A giggle grew to a guffaw, and then an outburst of laughter that left the cat rather disgruntled. I would have screamed, “I love you, Woozle!” but the neighbors might’ve objected, seeing as how it’s after midnight.
My darlings, you must go read
As if Woozle wasn’t enough, Karen made me blush, shuffle my feet, mumble “aw, shucks,” and want to give her a hug fit to crack her ribs. Mind you, this was after I’d jumped up and down screaming “She’s alllliiiivvvveee!” Worried about my Bay-area readers after that whole San Bruno thing, y’know.
Now, since I was off chasing after mythical flaming geysers all day, I didn’t visit so much as one political blog, therefore no Dumbfuckery du Jour. However, when I got to my intrepid companion’s house, I found he’d taken care of the situation for us. Let’s just say that, although I’d nearly gotten squished by a couple of idiot drivers on the freeway and had just discovered my camera was safely home over thirty miles away, I still ended up laughing my ass off. Cujo does an excellent job trivializing the trivial, so consider his post our Dumbfuckery du Jour.
And, finally, I missed #womeninscience. Whoops! Allow me to make some amends by pointing you to Anne’s post at Highly Allochthonous, and this old post o’ mine celebrating some unsung women of science.
So, raise a glass to all the wonderful women in science, and then raise another to yourselves. You all make my day, each and every day.