Man's Crisis Of Identity In The Latter Half Of The 20th Century

If you recognized the Monty Python reference, you are now my new best friend. Unless you already are my best friend, which is very, very likely. Unless you are my mom, in which case I know you recognized the Monty Python reference and therefore do not need an upgrade. 

I don't really have anything to say. I don't know why, but today was very, very boring. I mean, it should have been a great, noteworthy day. I went to the park! I drew a maze! I got a hug! I ate gelato! (There is a difference between gelato and ice cream. Gelato has a lower butterfat content. Gelato typically contains 4-8% butterfat, versus 14% for ice cream in the United States. [I just copy+pasted most of that that from Wikipedia.]) I…watched Splash! But no. For some reason, nothing really sticks in my mind as something blog-worthy. 

Instead, I will…post this picture of…

A plug!

There's an interesting story attached to that plug. Or socket, or whatever it's called… Once, I blew it up using nothing but a metal necklace chain and a loosely connected charger for that weird/awesome nightlight I got at Ikea. Pffizzt, SPARKS! I'm a modern-day Michael Faraday, I tell you!