I went to a movie with a friend today. It was pretty great. There were aliens and gods and a guy in a suit and a big green rage monster and the ass-kickingest woman ever and Sam Jackson with an eyepatch.

Everything except a harpy. So it wasn't perfect.

...or maybe not.

From the massive, finely-engineered conspiracy that hushed up the Kennedy assassinations, to this. 

We must be out of practice.

Think fast.

Hurm. Hurmity hurm. HURM.

...now I have a head full of questions about neuroplasticity and flatlines and jammers and the Bug.

I know we have Dr. Frost and Dr. Baylor and Dr. Reyes and Dr. Ramachandran. But we need a damned neurologist. Of oourse, then she'd just want to poke me in the brains. Maybe nevermind.

Harpy, we're sending you back to school. Don't worry: El Jefe and I will make sure the government pays.

So it's nice to know they have a job to do on this earth in spite of it.

(Special props to #7. Please note toupee.)


(Thanks to gerisullivan, even tho the WaPo is my local rag.)

If I were in a different unit, I could be fighting pirates.

Also, there is stupid, and there is OMFG DID YOU LEAVE YOUR HEAD ON THE PILLOW WHEN YOU GOT OUT OF BED THIS MORNING?

A welcome distraction from the unpleasantness of the day:

New Kristin Hersh on the internets, donation model.

Don't say I never brought you anything!

Also, these doughnuts are lonely without you. So lonely. Guess I'll have to put them out of their misery now....

This is what you're getting for Easter. 

(Not that I celebrate Easter. But it's an excuse.)

The spirochete is particularly adorable.

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