1. I just got a load du butt metrique of LEGO chainlinks for the 3-D chocolate printer project. It took me thirty minutes to get them all snapped together. It's like a delicate belt.

2. My dog will eat half a raw jalapeño pepper. Crunch crunch crunch. She licks her lips a lot afterwards... but she'll take another one. Then again, she's been known to snort ants repeatedly.

3. The firefox3/flash fix didn't take. It worked for a bit, but it's back to nattering negativism about glibc-2.4 and I'm back to grumbling.

4. I forgot the most important part of my whole previous biking post. I got back to work and sat down, as one may reasonably expect from an employed person. Before I'd gone, I'd polished off 1/4 of a chicken pot pie I made two nights ago. (Somehow the roux part worked! as in I put in the butter, I put in the flour, I stirred them right round baby right round like a record baby and added in a bit of milk, and started dumping hot chicken stock in, and the whole works went like pudding, and I kept dumping in chicken stock like I was bailing a sinking schooner and it continued with the pudding-like consistency. Apparently all the little starch molecules put their hands together and started dancing around, instead of hiding sullenly down in the corners as they usually are wont to do.)
The point being: I'd eaten. But then I'd gone and ridden like 50k. And my stomach, it said HUNGRY. and my brain said 'yeah, okay, I know: in a bit' and my stomach said **HUNGRY**! and my brain said, "well, see, the thing is, been gaining a lot of weight lately... like, y'know, a LOT" and my stomach said "Whiskey Tumeric FOCACCIO!" and then went on a long rant that sounded something like this:
hungryhungryhungryhungryHUNGRY!Hungry HUNGRY

HUNGRYHUNGRYHUNGRYHUNGRYHUNGRY

HUNGRYHungry!

hhhuunnnggggrrrrryyyy

Man, it's been like this for 20 years.