I thought of another question to ask you all, even though it's not Tuesday. Also, I'm testing out whether Blogger has thoroughly messed up my layout (I hand-edited it last time).

The Question: What did you want to be when you were a kid that you're happy didn't pan out? For instance, I'm pretty happy to not be a Solid Gold dancer at this point. Or a secretary. Or president, for that matter.

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Overheard at lunch: "I just can't piss unless I hear chickens."

Man, that would suck.

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Hey, Becky over at {anatomist} is raising money for breast cancer research. Go help her out if you can.

Four reasons you should:

• Obviously, because it's a good cause.
• Becky will have to pay up to $1700 over the next ten months if she doesn't raise enough.
• You have ten dollars. You probably even have twenty. (Unless you're currently unemployed and/or in school, in which case, sure, save the ten bucks for Top Ramen or a richly deserved beer).
• Tax deductions are neat.

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I sipped my wine as another murmer of approval made its way through the restaurant. We were 30 floors above Portland, and the light show was fantastic. The entire eastern sky was a dusty gray, the clouds having descended upon the city. It inched toward red as the sun lowered in the sky, but never quite made it before going black.

If we craned our necks, we could see off to the west where the sky looked like an upside down ocean, the waves of clouds forming the surf. To the south, a brilliant rainbow stretched its way up and out of sight. Another crackle of lightning lit up the sky, looking like electric tree roots and prompting another, "Oh wow," from Ransom.

The most perfect moments aren't the ones you can plan for. Thank goodness we were late for dinner.

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Websites on which I've spent too much time lately:

• Angry Alien
• Flickr
• Wikipedia
• KEH Camera Brokers
• Fodor's
• Homestar Runner

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A hearty congratulations to James, Jaimie, and Bob Travis.

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You know what's totally frickin' sweet? It's when you have 190 lines of code, and you get it down to 10 lines of code. That, my friends, is job satisfaction. And I'm basking in its glory before the bugs are discovered.

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I had a pretty rad dream last night. I had two job offers from MythBusters. One job was where I'd be in charge of all car crashes. My job would be to make sure cars crashed safely, without injuring anybody. I was going to get to design and build some driving robots. I can't exactly trace back to what the other job was -- it was actually a job with a contractor that MythBusters frequently used, and I think it involved paint. The details are fuzzy, and if I recall correctly, nobody seemed to really know what services the contractor provided. Ah, the bureaucracy of dreams...

I woke up a little bummed that I wouldn't be making things explode for a living. But then I was happy that I don't have to move away from Portland, so it all works out.

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Blink. Blink. Blink.

The cursor is blinking at me. "Type something," it invites. But I can't think of a good story to tell. I haven't learned much recently, I guess. It's kind of cool that they made gay fruit flies, but that doesn't make for a whole blog entry.

I don't have a question for you today, though it be Tuesday. Go somewhere else and enjoy yourselves. Take the music quiz at Timmie TV. Leave a note of encouragement for Yolanda who can now move both sides of her face, because that totally rules. Throw the horns for Chris. Bask in the beauty, joy, and dripping-with-blood sarcasm that is A Softer World.

Go on, I dare you.

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