But no way am I wearing the funky, funky eyepatch.
Last night, on the way home from The Super Spectacular Funtime that was the Maker Faire, I had a baffling visual SNAFU that kind of made me want to pull over but mostly made me hyperaware of my pristine driving record and how that doesn't translate into flying privileges, dammit.

This morning, things are even odder: my right pupil is dilated to about three times the diameter of my left. I look like a bifurcated Keane lemur. It's kind of cute, but kind of looks like the result of Wes Boreland and Marilyn Manson's most vehemently denied yet epic lost weekend.
I could dress it up, take it out, and start a new trend, perhaps get it in the lexicon of steampunk haberdashers [poised for world domination in 10... 9... 8...]. But I could also turn super clumsy, somewhat addled, and survival-mode-cranky in not-just-public-but-in-the-company-of-several-fabulous-supergeniuses.
So I'm staying home. Phooey.

The seal then alternated between resting on the penguin, and thrusting its pelvis, trying to insert itself, unsuccessfully. After 45 minutes the seal gave up, swam into the water and then completely ignored the bird it had just assaulted, the scientists report.

(sing it like KC and the Sunshine Band)
This weekend will be All That, and a Paucity of Playadust. Come play.

is the one that comes when you're living your dream. As long as you don't look down and see your exposed femur and start to think of it as a creepy nightmare. Here's hoping it was fast and surreal and not as scary for Adrian as for everyone else.

Jima reminds us that todays is Happy Codpiece Day!

Tomorrow: No Pants Day