Three killed at Scaled Composites. I just got off the phone with Paul, I told him as soon as I heard about it.
But my ride is stuck on the Sea to Sky.
That is one of the cutest baby animals I’ve ever seen. If I lived on a spread and was made out of money, I’d buy the baby and call him Impossible. This link also (like the previous pic) comes from Fark so it’s likely cookie city.
At 1:52 this morning some bozoid rang my buzzer (which makes my phone ring, like less than two feet from my head) and said, and I quote, “I’m a good friend of the guy who lives in 431. Can you let me in?” In sepulchral tones, I replied, “I have no idea who you’re talking about” and hung up.
I’ve a mind to go abuse the guy in 431, but I won’t, he didn’t do anything.
I released two Bookcrossing books yesterday… they are gone! I am happy.
Paul and I had supper at the Himalaya last night to celebrate the fact that the house actually closed. He also brought me the camping equipment, for which I’d like to thank him. Baumfest tonight! No blogging from now until at least noon Friday unless somebody’s got wireless.