My Favorite Bio Question:

If an albino woman is married to a man with normal coloring and they have an albino child, what was the genotype of the man?

c) male

I mean, seriously. I almost started giggling right in the middle of the test. But then I thought the professor probably wouldn't appreciate me laughing at his test.

I was fascinated to learn the other day (while assidously playing with the calculator at work) that if you add (0)123456789 and 9876543210 you get 9999999999. My sense of symmetry is very pleased by that.

"Only a very few people were harmed in the making of this movie, and only one of them was unable to recover."

I am currently involved in pondering the deep questions of life, such as: is it tomaetoe or tomahtoe? And why do they taste so crapping good?

I get this perverse kind of joy in using microsoft word's search feature. Click on Clippy, and Clippy says: "Type your search question." I type in whatever I'm thinking about at the moment - food usually - and he flips around, pretends to search earnestly, and says, "I don't know what you mean. Please rephrase your question." I refine my search from "food" to "sandwiches," or "radish sandwiches," or even "strawberries." He says again, "I don't know what you mean. Please rephrase your question." No comprehension registers on his face. (Well, given the fact that he doesn't have a face and wasn't programmed to show comprehension) You're right you moron! You have no idea about food! Mwahahaha!

Ahem.

Mom and I went to Huntsville today. I got fabric for pillows (gorgeous) and exactly the right bedspread to go with it (also gorgeous, and much harder to track down). We also got a refrigerator for the dorm room.

Today is one of those smile uncrontrollably days.

Tomorrow? Who knows what tomorrow will be. I'm not sure I want it to come.