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Today seems to be an apathetic sort of a day. Although it's starting to cool off, it's still a little too warm out for my liking, and the office appears to be filled with sloths today. I got a good bit of work done this morning, despite that, and I'm trying to muster some actual enthusiasm for the fighting practice tonight. Must... make... self... move.

I'd like to sound a welcome to ezrael, and point people at him, and go "Read this man!". So, er, consider that done.

There were people in McSorley's pub in Ranelagh last night chanting "Baboon! Baboon!". Wasn't mynewhero or sensibleken or any of your acquaintances? Seems an unlikely coincidence otherwise.

In the last ten minutes, I have sustained a papercut, a blow to the head from a cupboard door that flew open for no apparent reason, and a rather impressive cramp in the left side of the back of my neck. This seems unfair.

mr_wombat and metalrabbit, I'd like to point you at The Cable Eater.

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I was wearing shades yesterday because of the shiny thing in the sky. My shades are prescription, thus enabling me to see clearly, instead of walking into things, and accosting strangers as my Uncle Fred.

Because of the difference in light coming through the glasses and over them, objects right on the edge sometimes look a little odd. My brain whirls off into pattern matching mode before these get processed correctly, and tells me I'm seeing things that are not there.

So yesterday, I saw a unicorn on the DART, the Millenium Falcon flying low over Dublin Bay, a man talking into a large sea shell, and a Renaissance-style hot air balloon, clearly identifiable as belonging to one Ambassador-Captain Donn Tabros. None of them were there any longer when I turned around, which was rather a pity, on consideration.