they call the wind OH JESUS JESUS MAKE IT STOP!

Prairie wind all weekend. Hot, except for when it was cold. This is why my ancestors used to kill their 15 children and put them up in jars for the winter.

Also, have renamed the white, foamy fountain on Centennial Mall the Money Shot Fountain, because every time I see it, it makes me wonder if Harold Edgerton ever made porn. I did not just type that.

_{Oh, just Google him. Leave me alone.}

because monday is apparently vulgarity day

I was trying to kill one of those Mysterious Office Fruit Flies*, missed, and double-slapped a, erm, sweater puppy. Right on the nose.

It kinda hurt.



_{*There is actually a full-blown office legend that the fruit flies originated with a single orange left in a trashcan one weekend many years ago.}