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Added another to my ongoing list of bad ways to start the day this morning. Woke up groggy after getting almost twice as much sleep as I've become accustomed to lately (a solid seven hours, what luxury!), and came out to rescue my ipod and keys from my computer table, which serves a secondary purpose as being the geologic bedrock upon which lies the great ocean of spare change (and its aqueous cousins, the gulf of unsorted cards and the straits of outmoded hardware, but those have stories of their own, unrelated to this ill-starred tale). This particular morning, like some gastropodal Ulysses, a snail had managed to maroon itself upside down in this argent sea. In the process of trying to retrieve it and carry it back to Ithaca, or at the very least, some place more favorably disposed towards mollusc kind than a table snail miles away from invertebrate foodstuff, it apparently decided that enough was enough, gave up the ghost, and began fizzing away to nothingness leaving me in possession of a goo filled shell and the distinct impression that I'd managed to inadvertently destroy it merely with the power of my seafaring (and subsequently saline) metaphor. Not my favorite morning ever for sure. Probably not the snails either.

In happier news, I got what is clearly the most awesome thing I have ever owned at work in the mail today. I'm not entirely sure it's functional, as I have yet to be hounded through all space and time by a deific head demanding its return, but I think that might just be because I'm too tall to use it properly. This and a bit in the book I'm currently reading (Steve Erickson's (not the same as the Malazan guy) The Sea Came In At Midnight, having finished up Ghostwritten) reminded me just how much I love maps. I should get more. I'm watching Map of the Human Heart to continue the theme. Sort of considering following a fire bombing of dresden thread off of that to Slaughterhouse Five (as an aside, I bought Slaughterhouse Five mainly because I was curious what the "Billy, Billy. We just had a baby" sample at the beginning of This Mortal Coil - Strength of Strings was from. Google searching led me to Slaughterhouse Five, which I'd managed to forget was made into a movie, so I grabbed it next time I was at Rasputins. As an aside aside, why is it that every time I find a good sample database, it seems to go belly-up a couple of weeks later? I'm constantly not quite able to remember where I recognize samples from)

Mrf. It's late. I think I'll sleep soon. Before I do though, I should probably mention that I got my sixth offer letter at my current company (three part-time/contractor gigs, three conversions to full time employee). I sadly bid adieu to a good chunk of my salary, but I'm still making more than the last time I was full time, and people keep telling me that at some point I'll be happy to have insurance. Meh. At least it means I don't have to think about going looking for work again anytime soon (well, until I quit or they lay me off... again)

And because it's an almost obligatory part of my entries anymore, my wiki distractions of the night (courtesy of Rachelhead) center around obscure typography, most notably, the Irony Mark (well, and the Interrobang, but that's only because I like saying Interrobang!?) Also Moof mentioned a good bit on Reverse Mathematics which I'm a bit too spacey/distracted to really parse currently.

Also, you've probably already seen this elsewhere, but I'd be remiss in not mentioning something this bizarre. Have A trailer for an organ theft themed musical involving Nivek Ogre and Paris Hilton