Every so often I like to see what search strings bring hapless folks to this website. In the past, they were mostly looking for information about my shoe collection. Times, they are a'changing!

"Do owls have butts?" Last time someone wanted to know, all I could say was, "I don't know...do they?"

"What is an owl chick called?" I know this is going out on a limb, but..."owl chick"?

"What kind of research is being done on the elf owl?" I had no idea there was such a thing, but apparently there is! You won't find anything out about it in my blog.

"How are owl pellets energy efficient?" Beats me.

"chick+butt+photos" Hahaha! Boy, you must have been so disappointed with this search result!

"Do owl pellets come out of their mouths or their butts?" Euwwww!

"Instructions to make glass blocks into a xmas present" Trust me, you want to ask an expert on this one. :)

"How do you tell someone you love them?" Ah, if only I knew! I was intrigued enough by this one to see what this string brings up and apparently there's quite a few poetry websites asking this very question. Why the querent chose to visit my blog is beyond me. I hope if s/he finds the answer, s/he comes back and tells me what the answer is!

Whose Side Are You On? by me

Setting: a gaming household, modern day.

[Enter Mom from the outdoors, looking sad, for she has had a bad day...her cherub rushes out from his room to give her a hug and a kiss, but is edging toward his room, from which come growls and menacing sounds.]

Cherub: Mom, can I go finish off this raid? Then I'll come back and sit with you.
Mom: Are you Alliance or Horde?
Cherub: Er, Alliance.
Mom: Well... Okay.
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And a bad day indeed, for at lunchtime when Matt, Liz and I hopped into my car nothing happened. One of the coding dudes had jumper cables, so while Matt and Liz (who is fearless!) hopped into Matt's car to go get lunch, my battery got rescuisititatted. Rescceruertated. Resessitarted.

It got jumped and I drove it, upon Broos' recommendation, to a car place to have it checked. $117 later and three hours later, I have a new battery and a broken glove box handle (the worker broke it trying to put away a piece of paper).

Blech.

Chris' girlfriend Naomi came over. a bit ago and they've gone off to see a movie She's a sweet, giggly girlie-girl who asked me if she could come over sometimes and hang out with me. I think Chris has put her up to it because he's tired of me wandering out of my room and saying, "These brown shoes? Or these?" and expecting an answer.