... for not much going on. AKA random spam-ish link and my relating a story of how dorky I've become.

Firstly--the link. Don't go watch if you're offended by jokes concerning rednecks and/or religion and/or both. I think this is hilarious: [link]

The me-dorkiness is this: So my dad got some ice cream that's called Star Tracks. So I was laughing at the name and Dad said, "What, because it sounds so much like Star Trek?" Now, being a Trekkie, you'd think I'd agree. Oh no. No--reading Carl Sagan's books has definitely rubbed off on me, and here's proof: I said, "No... not so much that, as stars don't leave tracks." Dad: "Ah." Me: "Oh! Wait--but I guess they kind of do, don't they? I mean, what we see as stars aren't how the stars are now--it's their light that's travelled."

To which Dad nodded and said, "Ah" again.

Point being--well, I dunno. But I did think people, especially my fellow Trekkie WATCHers, might get a kick out of that one. (Hint hint: =Aconitum-Napellus. I thought you'd appreciate this the most, Anna).

Anywho... not much here. I go to Georgia day after tomorrow to spend Thanksgiving with my aunt and uncle and four cousins. I'm so excited! Last time I was there, one of my cousins and I started a story together--he wrote it--about an evil dragon and a winged platypus. He finished writing it over the summer, so when I visit now, I'll have some illustratin' ahead of me! I can't wait to see how the story turned out--last I read, the dragon had kidnapped villagers and was torturing them, but the winged platypus--who was his sidekick--doesn't approve... *cue ominous drumroll*

Hope all's well with meh peeps. I dunno why I even say that, really...

Shalom,
TK