- So, I have had 6000 + more minutes of life in my life more than the people who watched Lost. Sadly, I’ve spent it studying for my exam, due at the end of June.
- A few weeks ago, we were talking about people working as models in their teens. Gary wrapped up the discussion, saying,
“Well, I never saw a dime from my modeling experience.”
” … Wait, what?” I said after a moment.
Turns out he and some girl from marching band posed with their trumpets and a spit valve cover. (I’ve already tried hunting it down on Google, no luck.) Twenty-five years and he’s still full of surprises. - Gary came back from the in-laws with news that our sister-in-law plans to make her Feral Cats “legal.” (“She’s going to adopt them? Put them in her will?”) No, they need shots and collars and microchips to be “legal.” But, they’re still too feral to go to the vet. So the mountain is coming to Mewhammad: she’s found a vet who will come out to her house and make honest cats of them. I don’t know what to think about this. It seems fraught with potential poetic justice.
Putting the TMI in absentminded