It's that kind of day, folks.
Remember: Isolation is like Richard Nixon. (Brought to you by
the Similie of the Day generator which
ccfinlay kindly shared with his flist.)
And I got this from
stillnotbored who should really have a happy birthday:
In 2009,
pjthompson resolves to...
Admit my true feelings to
hominysnark.
Become a better gnosticism.
Find a new ereshkigal.
Go to neuroscience every Sunday.
Get back in contact with some old witch trials.
Learn to play the byzantium.
I'd say that sums up my hopes for the new year nicely. And as for this:
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
pjthompson sent to me...
Twelve sumerians drumming
Eleven picts piping
Ten cats a-weaving
Nine babylonians painting
Eight tricksters a-scrying
Seven carnivals a-writing
Six labyrinths a-publishing
Five ca-a-a-alifornia indians
Four witch trials
Three fortean times
Two quantum physics
...and a ritual in a publishing industry.
Give the gift that keeps on giving, I always say. I do seem to be obsessed with witch trials, though. And last, but certainly not least, here's something for my fellow romance lovers:
