I love little baby ducks

kightp picked the perfect day to ask this question. Someone I really respected died; I'm sick as a dog; work is using all my braincells; my niblings are having serious troubles that I can't fix...


...and yet, her post managed to make me really happy, and that's a lovely lovely accomplishment.

( What do you love? )

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So my latest Bzz campaign thingy (*waves at misanthropoid*) is the new Jim Carrey movie, "The Number 23".

Oh, man, based on the trailer, I would probably want to chew my arm off to get out of the theater. When I finally rolled my eyes nearly out of my head, it was in a purely geeky fit of pique:

Stupid professor character: "And 2 divided by 3 is point-six-six-six, the number of the devil."

Um, no it's NOT. Not unless Dubya really gets to declare that pi equals 3.

Go away. Really.

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I am so sick. If I laugh, it makes me cough, which makes me choke, which makes me cry, which makes my nose run, which makes me have to blow my nose, which makes me cough, which makes me choke...

In other words, as someotherguy put it, "The Circle of Snot".