HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I know it was like 5 days ago, but we were in Chicago with your family, and I forgot my computer. Also, we still need to celebrate with my side of the family, so I figure it's still Birthday Season. Your 27th year was a bit chaotic, most of that was my fault, but your 28th year is sure to be full of laughter and meaning. I have the fortune cookie to prove it. Also, your lucky numbers are 6, 13, 38 and 72, and the Chinese word for goat is "ya-gi".
Favorite sentence I've read all day: "The perfect passive participle is the past participle expressed in the passive voice." I've read this three times and still have no idea what it means. I Wiki'd some grammar terms because grammar is a serious gap in my knowledge net. I don't know what a reflexive pronoun is, or what it actually means to use the passive voice or why you shouldn't use the passive voice. Nope, the English language is a strange mistress to me. And it will remain such, mostly because the people who elect to write about proper grammar always wind up inking something that can only be understood by people who know all about proper grammar.
Moving on.
It's a map from the mid 1800's. Minnesota, all broken down into new counties and towns. Ordered, settled. Another proud star for the Field of Blue. Next door: Blob Dakota, a land our forefathers found so boring, that we hadn't even bothered stealing it yet. Note that just to the west of Dakota is Nebraska. Originally, Corn-huskers could traipse all the way to the Canadian border without leaving the Nebraska. Then legislatures remembered Nebraska is the Sioux word for "yawn" and they reduced the place down the the least exciting swatch of prairie they could find.
I joined Twitter today. I didn't intend on it, but John Potter joined and I wanted to follow his witticisms. So I'm on, but I have nothing to tweet. Seems like it should be something mildly worth saying, but as you can see from the last few paragraphs, "Mildly Worth Saying" isn't a star I really shoot for. Wait, Charlie Sheen just tweeted the recipe for bourbon ("...just add bourbon"). I guess I can say whatever I want.
I Heart You.
