New LJ icon. Doesn’t quite capture the evilness and malice of the nightmarish floating polygon head of Doctor what’s-his-butt who laughs at your failures. Brain age consistently between 27 and 31. It asked what I had for dinner on Tuesday. Answered “spaghetti or salad,” knowing it was after yoga, instead of the actual answer, red snapper, which I actually blogged about. Duh.
Rainbow trout is good.
Helped Kim make print ad.
New toys at work. Hope they’re ESD-safe.