Diet Dr. Pepper + Wint-O-Green Life Savers = tastes just like Milk of Magnesia.

That is all.
1. I have discovered my superpower. When I stumble into the bathroom in the morning for my morning ablutions, I can tell whether or not there is some sort of insect in the tub, even before I put my contacts in, when I can't actually see. There's not usually a bug in there, but it happens on occasion, and I always just sort of know when I enter the room. The other morning I could tell there was, but I didn't see anything after I'd put my contacts in -- but yep, when I turned on the water, a little buglet skittered down the drain from where it had been hiding on the inner side of the tub.

I promise to use my powers only for good.


2. In other magical news, my class this semester has been quite interesting. I'm taking a course on Greek and Roman Magic, which pretty much amounts to "Interesting Ways to Curse Your Neighbors for Fun and Profit." These people were all about the hexes, I'm telling you. And the things they did to various creatures furry and otherwise... eesh. And eeew.

I was quite taken last night by one spell that was supposed to be an infallible contraceptive spell. It seems like it would actually work pretty well. I have a feeling it has less to do with Ineffable Cosmic Powers, though, and more with the fact that it involved wearing a leather amulet filled with ox snot and earwax from a mule. Ain't no brother getting laid wearing one of those. You'd be lucky to get even a peck on the cheek.


3. There is no item three.
Is it possible to wave your hands in the air like you just do care?
I'm not sure what's more wrong with this case from The Smoking Gun: the fact that this guy seems to be some sort of bestiality necrophiliac, or that the defense's motion to dismiss quotes Miracle Max from The Princess Bride.

"There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead."
I wonder what it is about the QWERTY keyboard that makes the "-turb-" combination of keystrokes seemingly difficult for people.  Perhaps it's the extra reach required by the right index finger to reach it, or something, but after [livejournal.com profile] profundis' encounter with the world-weary "masturnator" I have just run across a review which calls Saw II "disturning". 

I don't know exactly why this caught my attention, but it has.  I've started reading Nabokov's Pale Fire this last evening so perhaps I'm sensitive to words right now.  Move along, nothing more to see: ignore my perturnation.

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