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I've just realized I have no idea who to invite to my own wedding...

Well, I know what I'll be testing tonight.

https://www.sciencenews.org/article/milk-protein-potential-flame-retardant

Well. Never expected to see a priest's suit show up in my closet of all places.

Breaking news!! Damian scored a 790 on his GED ! That's better than most traditionally-graduating valedictorians do on the same tests! Isn't he amazing? ^____^

Things are starting to feel a little crazy around here again, so I had an idea to lighten them up a bit. Or at least amuse myself and anyone who knows Derek Hale.

Like any good uncle, I have a huge amount of pictures of Derek from when he was in his younger, awkward stages. Before he grew into his ears and started working out.

If you'd like to subscribe to the Embarrassing Pictures Of Derek Hale mailing list, message me your e-mail or phone number, whichever way you'd prefer to receive the aforementioned pictures.

First one's on me.

I've spoken to quite a few people over the net now who have had dreams involving robots or artificial intelligence. I have to say, I'm completely fascinated by all your stories, and am eager to learn more.

If any of you would like to meet in person to discuss things further, I would greatly welcome the chance to do so. Also, if anyone has made any sort of drawings or schematics of their technology they'd like to share with me, I'd be honoured.

Please don't think, however, that any of this is to further my father's work or his business. This is simply for my own curiosity and enjoyment.

I don't know if I've been hitting the gym too hard lately or what exactly is going on, but I've been absolutely exhausted these past few days. I keep waking up on the sofa after apparently having completely passed out. Or at the kitchen counter while I was reading the paper.

I don't think I'm getting sick, or at least I hope not, but this falling asleep in random places has me a little worried

Spring is here, which means it's time once again for late night gardening. I bet my neighbours thought they were done with me for good when I went off to France, but I'm back and yes, I still do enjoy singing opera while I tend to my roses.

Between that and my wife's questionable taste in music (she calls it 'metal', but I don't understand it), I'm shocked they haven't moved out yet.

Ah well, one can dream.

Remind me again why I agree to do charity events for my old job? Oh. Right. They like pulling us retired veterans out of our happy retirement, shove us in our old uniforms and parade us around to get money. sigh.

That's not to say I don't like my old dress uniform. I do, I love it. But man, charity events are exhausting.

Which is probably why the OC threw a new Dream at me. This is utterly fascinating, truly.

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I think I might actually be more useful to you than previously thought. And I know I was damn useful.

Not sure if it was fighting all these darkspawn, but when I stole a quick nap I had a dream again. Like I think this was 'real' dream me and not any other dream mes, because it was picking up where I left off with dating Bobby. (blech)

So of course he loses his shit and turns Earth into a snowball. Great. You really know how to pick 'em, Pryde.

Back to the stabbing Darkspawn.

I need to find someone who can do this to my nails. Because it's amazing. I am hella into nail art, yo!

Sometimes after spending two hours looking for an electrical short, it's a 2 minute fix that makes me bang my head on the hood of the car and wonder why it took so long to find. Sometimes cars, you make me mad.

So, I picked off a couple of those creatures yesterday. A few came near the house and I finally got to use my new bow and arrow on something other than the targets in my backyard. I have to say, my aim is pretty damn good for someone who has barely used a bow before. Guess it's my skills from the dreams bleeding over.

So. I had an American ask me today, upon hearing I was from Norway, if that was where the penis museum was.

After spluttering and making sure I understood his English, I told him no. And then did some googling, and found out that the Iceland Phallological Museum is in fact in Reykjavik, in Iceland. I do love that there will always be something I can learn about the world. And I admit to having a good laugh, as well.