Help me make my friend snarf coffee out her nose tomorrow morning!
(Snarf: verb. To laugh while drinking, causing liquid to shoot out nose, often causing damage to computer keyboards.)
As I mentioned yesterday, she's been tormenting me with quotes from the subtitles at the beginning of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I've run "also also wik" through every translating program I can think of, and nothing's coming up for any Scandinavian language I can think of. So either it's misspelled, slang, or - go figure, it's Monty Python - totally made up. But it will give me something to do other than snarf tea out my nose when an IM screen pops up that says "Including the majestik møøse".
Thank you, I will let all of you know the results. Especially if it causes property damage or antihistimine consumption.
Otherwise, uh, it's a day. I had to quit taking a bunch of my medication because it was/is causing this mouth sore, and I'm beginning to suspect part of the problem was the medication. (Gee, that never happens.) I also think that for the last five or six YEARS, what we were calling chronic pain symptoms and treating as such was really fallout from the crashing thyroid. It appears that the pain problem is almost entirely isolated to my right hand and all the rest of this shit has been because my entire endocrine system was fucked up. Anyway. Anyway. I'm kinda loopy at the moment (gee, that's new) but feeling better.
I have begun recording Tank Girl on the DVR. Which should make me drive for a mainac for at least a week.
And I ate an entire batch of cookies last night. Well. The husbeast had one and the Goober had three. I ate the rest.