Good Morning! Good News!

Well, not exactly good morning, as it is the middle of the afternoon, but Good Afternoon! Good News! does not a pleasing post title make. Anyway, I'm absolutely 100% positive that in the future someone will be reading this in the morning.

Maybe it's you. Are you the one?

If you are, hi! If you aren't…still hi!

Despite the rest of my week being rather irritatingly crappy, or perhaps just irritating, today has been Le Awesomés.

==>End egregiously warped French.

Well, it might have something to do with the fact that NO SCHOOL FRIDAY! :) Yeah, teachers' meeting or something. Don't know, don't care. However, the fact that I got to sleep until, er, six thirty instead of six fifteen was incredibly pleasing. Also, I got to lay in bed with my laptop—

"Don't you do that every morning?"

I was about to say, I got to lay in bed with my laptop for much longer than usual. Also, I received a coffee from my dearest, darlingest mother.

Oh! And I went clothes shopping and didn't hate every last minute of it! That's incredibly unusual for me. Maybe it had something to do with my successful discovery of the missing pieces of my Rose Halloween costume. No, not Rose Tyler. Rose Lalonde. (Major spoilers there, though! Do not click link if you ever have the slightest urge to read Homestuck! It is an extremely spoilerific webcomic.)

"But Omnia," you might protest, "Halloween is a month away! Surely you could have waited a little while?"

"No," I would tell you. "No, I can't. Because Saturday, September 31st is Archon, and I will not be going to my first real con without a suitable costume."

Also, I got Coraline on DVD and Psychology for Dummies from the library. Today was a good day.

Towel Day

Towel Day was yesterday, and in all the kitty excitement, I just plum forgot to write a post about it! I feel like such a bad Hitchhiker. I mean, I carried a towel around with me all day and everything, but still.

What's that, you say? Explain what Towel Day is? Well, if you insist.

Now there's a frood who really knows where her towel is.

It's a tribute to Douglas Adams! Who wrote The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy! Everybody carries around towels all day! See quote from the book:

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

See? (Yeah, I kinda copy+pasted that from Wikipedia. That's why the font's all messed up.)

Well…yeah. Maybe next year I'll dig out a beach towel, instead of just grabbing one from the bathroom.

Today Is The Best. Day. EVER!

In terms of my phone is working again. But the camera…well, I'll work on that. It was working, and then I deleted my pictures because Andy is keeping them now (I named my laptop Andy). Now it isn't working. But, whatever. It'll work eventually. I will be optimistic, like Phil!

Huh? Huh? Anyone? Really? Nobody knows what I'm referencing there? Jeeze…

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!