AKA Abraham Bacoln

1.) I woke up this morning directly after a dream in which I had both smelled something and clearly read words. I didn’t think I could do either of those things in my dreams. In fact, I had just finished telling Jason the other day that we humans couldn’t do those things in dreams. I guess I was very wrong. Are you able to clearly smell or read in dreams?

You know what? That’s not really important. What’s more important is this:

2.) Yesterday Matthew, Leon, my mom, my dad and I went out to (what I will now start referring to as) the firing range (even though it is just Leon’s farm) to do a little target practice. I am simultaneously saddened and proud to announce that my mother, who had not fired a weapon in something like 26 years, showed us up. Her skill with that old Ruger 10/22 put us all to shame. After her first few shots I wanted to say, “See, I come by my good aim naturally” but after the next 30 or 40 all I could think was, “Well, apparently I didn’t get as much of it as I thought.” So great job, Mom!

Matthew says his mom is a better shot but I think he has mom envy.

It’s not Easter yet but I might forget.

Do you? Do you know what I want? Do you know what I am VERY EXCITED ABOUT?

That’s right!

I WANT A BINTURONG

That is a BINTURONG aka BEARCAT and IT IS NEITHER BEAR NOR CAT sorry I’m getting a bit excited IT HAS BEEN A GREAT DAY FOR YELLING

Here, let me quote the Wikipedia entry at you:

It is nocturnal and sleeps on branches. It eats primarily fruit, but also has been known to eat eggs, shoots, leaves and small animals, such as rodents or birds. […] The Binturong can make chuckling sounds when it seems to be happy and utter a high-pitched wail if annoyed. The Binturong can live over 20 years in captivity.

Can you stand it? A pet that CHUCKLES? I need a happy chuckling BEARCAT waking me up in the middle of the night, perched on my dresser or something, looking down on me with its creepy BEARCAT eyes or hell I dunno just whatever they do I totally want one. Also they say “when it seems to be happy” which means NO ONE KNOWS WHEN A BEARCAT IS HAPPY. They are full of mystery.

I BET MY HOUSECAT WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A BINTURONG AROUND

Seriously go do a Google image search for binturong and tell me they’re not just the craziest things ever.

They are also apparently vicious when cornered. I will have an ATTACK BEARCAT.

Don’t come over any more.

EDIT: aw jeez I TOTALLY forgot to mention that they smell like popcorn. POPCORN!

I don’t know whose idea this was, the snow, the snow in late February, but okay. I’ll take it. It’s been the prettiest soft fluffy snow, not the hard driving biting kind but the gentle parachuting descent of cottony fluffs. Wet cottony fluffs that make horrible slush, sure, but yeah.

Glad to have at least one decent snow this year.

Maig (I feel her name should always be followed by an exclamation point like so: Maig! but sometimes it doesn’t really read well when I do that) and I were talking about this the other day, which helped me feel like I wasn’t crazy, but now I’ve found honest proof.

Oh, I forgot to mention that this’ll be boring for those of you that don’t live on Flickr like I do.

Anyway, there IS a bug regarding your contacts’ pictures not appearing in a timely fashion. For example, I just now had some photos from Stacie appear in the ‘here’re some photos your contacts just uploaded’ section. When I looked at them they had comments already – comments from four hours ago. They still haven’t showed (shown?) up in my RSS reader.

So if you’re on Flickr constantly (like me! like me!) and you have felt like something’s not lining up right, that your contacts’ photos are out of order and appearing late, well, it’s true.

I’m gonna go take some Waitmate. I’ll see you later.

Okay, so if you don’t already know and love lolcats then you can stop reading here as this won’t make any sense.

My “friend” Hackett decided that lolcats were insufficient and went on, for some unknown reason, to create lolkevins. I kid you not.

Example, though it may kill me:

You can see the whole lot of ’em here.

So far no one has seen fit to proceed further with the meme, which is fine by me. I realize that I’m opening a very tiny floodgate here by intentionally exposing his madness to the greater populace, but … I suppose in some twisted way it deserves to be seen.

I should mention that my other “friend” Mia did see fit to copy the “NOT YOURS” meme as seen here.

Thanks, guys. I love you a lot. The kind of love where I fantasize about harming you.

So you know what they say. Of course you do. The first step to eating less, or eating properly, or whatever is Portion Control. If you don’t put it in front of yourself you won’t eat it.

I know this is true. I know this is true because I can’t tell you how many times recently I have gotten towards the end of the meal, slid my plate to the side to get at something, and then I kind of forget I had food left on my plate. I mean, if it’s not directly in front of me I really do forget to eat it.

Which is silly.

But SCIENCE.

* (and Foodonomy)

Man, forget astrology. I’ve got Oscarology.

(note: some ads in that link may be considered NSFW)

I have forgotten the wisdom of those that came before me. In this case, “those that came before me” is me specifically.

I have made chocolate milk the past two nights and forgotten to use a fork.