On one side, an increasingly insane and perpetually incompetent party. On the other, one which sent me a survey today which on the envelope says: "For Addressee Only" "OPEN IMMEDIATELY." "PLEASE RESPOND BY:" "September 31, 2009"
The worms seem to be doing ok. I left them i miniature pinochle deck, but they haven't touched it. I guess they're too busy and happy eating my garbage.
Spring was very late this year. Spring is defined as when I can go two weeks without doing laundry because I'd been wearing a mix of long- and short- sleeved shirts. This happened yesterday; I hadn't done laundry in more than two weeks.
In other news, I have worms settling in to their bin in the basement.
I was googling to see if Massachusetts slugs are edible, and recipes for them if they are, and I was momentarily thrilled to see that there are "slug guns" and guns for "slug hunting", but then it turns out that they're something else.
On hearing a description of a planned hook-up between an acquaintance of mine and a married woman he met online whose husband is likely to hear about it in a few months when he gets out and be angry, "that's not casual sex, that's causual sex."
Thus, "causual sex": sex that's likely to cause problems in the future.