Well, my awesomeness lasted all of 96 hours. Damn you planet!!

Speaking of planets, does anyone know the planet that's hanging low in the west in early evenings right now? I'm presuming Venus, yes? Would certainly fit.

Let's play Know Your Browns!: Last week at dinner with the fam, we somehow got onto what everybody's favourite movies are. Can you guess who (me, Adam, Caitlin, Mom, and Dad) each batch belongs to?

Brown #1: Return of the Jedi, Seven Samurai, and as this list was collected before last Thursday, the Brown in question would like to note that it has subsequently been revised

Brown #2: Reds, The Garden of the Finzi-Continis

Brown #3: American Beauty

Brown #4: The Empire Strikes Back, Eraserhead

Brown #5: Airplane!

And that's Know Your Browns for today. Moving on: I have a space monkey in my cubicle at work now. A huge space monkey. I don't know exactly what to do with so large a space monkey. Then earlier today, someone threw my space monkey at me. And the space monkey is not small, mind you. This was the same person who beaned me in the back of the head with a tennis ball yesterday for no reason, so I went to the Red Place a little bit over the space monkey incident. I don't like it when people throw things at my back. It reeks of cowardice. Cowards shall not be quartered, narrrrrr!!

Went to my umpteenth blogTO meeting tonight; by reaching the umpteens I apparently opened the door for Jerrold to shoot me in the head with a bottlecap. Has that ever happened to anyone besides me??? My life. I fucking swear. Anyways I'm booked ludicrously solid day and night until after Heart & Stroke, which means my room looks like a Chechnyan toxic waste spill and my to-do list runs out the bottom of iCal and into Macsaber. Those are what we call "end-user experience" at work. Admittedly some of the "booked solid" is related to Pirates, but most of it is legit.

OK. Back to the drawing board.