Vacation Time!

Off to Colorado for a few days of camping in the Great Outdoors. At least, I hope it's great. I know it'll definitely be outdoors.

I am having last-minute packing remorse, wondering if I've packed too much of this, too little of that, none of something else... can't think about it now, have a flight to catch. Oh well! C'est la vie and all that!

Maybe I'll post some pictures when I get back. If I take any, that is. I'm notoriously bad at taking pictures when I go anyplace. I think the last time I took any pictures was in Honduras over a year ago. My life for the most part is unrecorded by photography/video. Which in today's digitally enhanced, YouTube-saturated world probably means that I don't technically exist. Hmmm. Something to ponder while I'm gone—along with how much you'll miss me, of course.

Kisses from the (phantom) frogg princess...

A Little Salt Goes A Long Way

And a LOT of salt goes ALL the way—to the slammer, baby.

(Note to Dunkin Donuts employees: Watch the powdered sugar, guys. YOU MIGHT BE NEXT!)

Seriously though, couldn't they find someone else to arrest in Georgia? Like, I don't know... maybe a criminal?

Bleah

I'm sad. I found out today one of my favorite co-workers is leaving for a position in another company. And even though I knew it was coming, I'm still not happy about it. Well, I'm happy for her, of course. But not for me.

Also, and not that this is at all in the same league as the above, but I think I swallowed a bug while I was running tonight. Yuck.

Finally, I can't seem to focus on my writing tonight. I have two new stories in the works, and I was all excited about them—until I sat down to work on them. To my disappointment, the stories refused to write themselves. Grrr.

I think I need to call it a day.

Winner of the Frogg's "Totally Lame Excuse for a Research Project" Award

Talk about a waste of time— and research money.

Still Hoppin'

In spite of what are no doubt the hopes and best wishes of the Neptune Society (see previous post), I continue to live and breathe. At least, I think so. Actually the nine-mile jog I did this morning has left me feeling a little unsure about my mortal status, and the current heat wave isn't exactly helping. I started my run at just before 7am, and by the time I finished at 8:30ish, it was already inching toward 80 degrees.

All of which to say, I may not be an actual zombie, but I bet I could play one pretty convincingly on TV right about now.

On another note, I was thinking the other day about all this global warming stuff, and I started wondering what happened to cause it the first time, back when the earth was covered in ice, during a time called (appropriately, if not creatively) the Ice Age. I mean, where did all the ice go? I'm guessing, through a series of lightning-fast intellectual processes far too advanced to explain here, that it melted, but my question is: how? Were the wooly mammoths using hair spray with dangerous fluorocarbons? Or were the other creatures driving cars and eating up fossil fuels (when they weren't falling into pools of them, getting stuck, and then dying for the benefit of future paleontologists who would eventually study their tarpitted remains)?

Inquiring minds want to know.