see. it is all about me.
worth 3000 words

Mountweazels and more.

The Dude started day care today. While I'm enjoying the time to do things with both hands and to be able to complete a thought without interruption, I'm feeling oddly unsettled, as if something were remarkably wrong with the universe. Weird. But it's not like I don't have a bottom-load of things to do with my so-called free time. Work waits for no woman.

But -- some internet flotsam before I go:

Fun with dictionaries.

A covetable mouse.

Knitters and their tattoos.

Now, to clean off my desk.


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