This may have been partly inspired by Harena's fitful sleep last night...

I dreamed that I had been out very late, doing something with the kids¹ which somehow involved both the kids' Uncle Chris and PZ Myers (who seem to be oddly reminding me of each other, even though I can't easily define how), both of whom I was somehow supposed to connect with at different times afterwards (which ended up being in a dark parking lot just outside, and there was something to do with me not being able to find my shoes or something) and we were all there way past 1 a.m.

The amusing(?) part was that I knew Harena would be all panicked by how late we were (we probably all died in a car wreck or something), but when I got home it turned out that in her panic and depression she had elaborately calligraphed a suicide note, and then decided she really like the way it looked and submitted it to a goth font² contest.

Because the contest ended at midnight, we were out so late that the winners were announced, and she won.

Some time later, back in reality, I told Harena about this and she made me post it. So now you know who to blamethank.

1. at this building whose exterior resembled that of the emergency room at Durham Regional Hospital (where we so recently spent many happy hours) and whose interior reminded me of RDU airport circa 1970 -- both classic early 1960s boxy "modern" architecture

2. you know... those Goth-looking fonts everyone uses... they're all the rage on the internet... you can't hardly click on a link without bumping into some new goth font... well, okay, maybe not in this universe -- I guess here it's sparkly vampires, but I'm sure there's some nearby parallel one where everyone is sick of goth fonts and yet people keep doing more of them.

A Certain Relative sent me an oh-so-humorous piece (from townhall.com, no less) listing all the things we could be doing as concerned citizens to help increase global warming since, you know, it's so cold this month.

He had been fretting intensively a couple of weeks ago that I seemed to be angry at him personally -- because of all the angry responses I had sent to his friendly and/or humorous forwards on the subjects of Glenn Beck, the evils of ACORN, Bill Clinton and affordable housing being responsible for the economic crash, etc. -- so I decided I needed to spoon-feed him and try to explain exactly why this sort of thing is upsetting and not terribly funny, no matter how witty it may be.

I'm currently taking bets on which stock response I'll get. The prime candidates are:
* You really spend too much time on this sort of thing.
* Well, it's not been proven that the science is any good.
* Do you really believe that Exxon is spending millions of dollars for propaganda?
* You seem pretty passionate about this sort of thing.
* Calm down! It was just for your amusement.