Yesderday and the day before (should I be writing this?), I intentionaly TiVO’d and subsequently watched the Teletubbies. I could go on with excuses why I did such a thing (Chris had never seen it, I was hoping to catch the episode where they dance the twist for twenty minutes [I won’t even try to explain how I know about that episode. Yes, I’ve seen it.], the baby sun is strangely soothing, etc.), but I won’t. The truth is, I like it. And not because I’ve got the mind of a small child (though it helps), but because of the production aspects. Everything from the set itself to the movements of the tubbies to the editing of the video strikes me as something done exactly right for the intended target audience (i.e., not me). Many of my lingering questions were answered by Secrets of the Teletubbies, thoughtfully posted on RandomWalks. I didn’t know that the trumpet voice was Trillian (the really good looking American astrophysics student Arthur Dent utterly failed to get along with at a party in a flat in Islington). Incidentally, when I was an astrophysics student, nobody came up to me and said “Hey Doll, why don’t you talk to me. I’m from a different planet.” Though I did have a roommate with the two arms and the one head who called himself Phil. But somehow, i digressed…

Efrem Zimbalist Jr. is reading me Stephen Jay Gould’s Leonardo’s Mountain of Clams and the Diet of Worms. This, I like. Leonardo is my personal role model. I, of course, have a long way to go.

I spent my lunch break driving around looking for a wine rack for my newly-corked wine bottles. How frustrating! Fighting all the lunch-time traffic, going from store to store. Nobody had what I was looking for, or if they had something similar, it was insanely overpriced. Kitchen supply stores, restaurant supply stores, even the largest wine store in town – nothing. I could have saved me the frustration by just straight away going to wineracks.com. They’ve got what’ll do me.

Contrary to what some have supposed, the Karaoke/Nacho party was not the end of me. I’m still here. But ‘ive been far to busy to read or write. I plan on doing some this evening, though. I feel the need to write some every day, and when I don’t, it’s upsetting. Instead of reading webpages during pauses at work, (since there haven’t been any pauses) I’ve paid audible.com a small amount of money for access to their vast audio collection. I made a beeline for To the Best of Our Knowledge, my favorite NPR show that I never get to hear, and listening to that while coding has made me very happy. Looking at the cheap audible.com pricing, this may be a great way for me to catch up on my reading. It’d be like paying someone a couple bucks to sit at work and read to me. And who wouldn’t want that? Oh, and while I’m here, I’ll mention that Chris and I bottled 25 bottles of our very own Reisling. So now we have plenty of white wine to go with all the fish we’ve been eating.

Here it is, just after eight in the evinging, and I’m only now leaving work. Rather than writing tonight, maybe I’ll just cook dinner and collapse instead. Days like today are really, really rough, but they set the stage for easy (and thus profitable) times ahead. We powered through some important bugs today, and they are gone. There’s nothing stopping us now. Except for the bugs we haven’t found yet.

I am with Mister Pants in so digging these pie charts.

Ethel the Blog, after careful thought and analysis, has identified the Big Mole in this don’t-miss post about Russian infiltration of the CIA.

There’s a karaoke & nacho party happening at my house right this moment. Come on over. The gin’s on me.

All week long, it’s been sunny and hitting the low seventies. Of course, I’ve been in my office, and it’s been dark by the time I get home. It’s now Friday afternoon, so of course it’s clouding up and the temperature’s dropping. The forecast calls for rain all weekend (with highs in the 40s!), then sunny and warm for next workweek. At this rate, it’ll be August before I get my garden in. What I ought to do is get me a weekend job that pays the same as what I make now, so I can quit my current job, enjoy the sunny weekdays, and work during the cold rainy weekends. Arglebargle.

Try to imagine the most sugary-sweet lyrics you can. It won’t come close to these:

You’re my Honeybunch, Sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You’re my Sweetie Pie You’re my Cuppycake, Gumdrop Snoogums-Boogums, You’re the Apple of my Eye And I love you so and I want you to know That I’ll always be right here And I love to sing sweet songs to you Because you are so dear!

Now try to imagine the most amazingly cute three year old girl voice singing, and you won’t come close to matching the sound clips found at Cuppycake.com. If you’d prefer a different path to cuteness, try cuppycake’s official MP3 site. There, you can hear the same song in its original format: a country arrangement complete with three part harmonies.