And that’s just my friends. You should hear how I talk about the people I don’t like.

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Nicky the Cook. Be sure to wish him one as well.

So, I really didn’t want to get up this morning. For one thing, it is 7am on a Saturday. Who wants to be up that early on a weekend? Not me. And it is kinda cold and cloudy. Perfect sleeping ’til noon weather. Plus, I had another raging headache last night before bed. So, I’m sure I spent a good chunk of my sleep time not resting, but be tormenting by the brain pains. And of course, I have class today. All day. Next semester, I am taking regular old during the week classes. I liked that the classes were over so quickly, but the sitting still for 8 hours nearly kills me.

You know what else can kill you? Poison.

Yeah.

Also, since I love my friends and try to encourage people to love my friends too, here another post from a slightly less drunk Deinonychus and a new post of crazy gibberish from Dave. The idea is that Furious Jessy will see this and promptly write a post, which I will share with you tomorrow. Or she might not. Just to mess with your mind.

Also, Jackie the Mick sent me this last night:

Because he knows how much I love all things Soviet and robots. What could be better? Maybe if the Soviet robots fed me Reese’s peanut butter cups. Yeah. That would be better.

All right. I have to go get my professional communication on. Tonight, Pathfinder. And celebrating the (imminent) victory of West Brom over Stoke. Boing Boing Baggies!

I’m outta here. Have a great Caturday. More soon. ~SC