Post office was busy and understaffed, shocker. I hate it when I can't use the APC. So 2 out of 3 errands I wanted to do got done. Not bad, but guess what I am focused on?

I hate it when I can't use the APC.

Armored Personnel Carrier?

Automatic Postage Calculator?

Automated postage center, I think.

IKEA UK Releases 100 Cats Inside Wembley Store

“Herding Cats” is an experiment by IKEA UK where they released 100 cats inside their Wembley store at night.

Just to see what happens....

eta: There's a video, of course....

So New Orleans is going MENTAL about this evening's game (Saints football for those who are unaware)- the city's closed, schools are letting out early, offices are closing early (including both mine and Tom's), the Post Office is closing early... there's a parade in the French Quarter before the game too.

HAH! So now you know. I'm starting to get a bit twitchy, myself. We have plans with our local people. I have grandaddy's lighter on me (which by the way if you talk to Kara or Krissie, tell them that. Superstition makes them feel better too.) We're going to be with the same bartenders we were with when we won the Super Bowl. I'm wearing my fleur-de-lis and my Saints...underthings.

Okay, guy in the elevator, you are WEIRD. Moratorium on strangers talking to me for the day.

I tried to self-medicate my misery away with art supplies, but was thwarted by the small selection at the local art store. Which, I suppose is good. I have come away with nothing other than a new Sharpie. It could have been so much worse.

Okay, RoboPony is disturbing. What child would want THAT?

Seriously. Speaking as a former child who spent many, many years longing for nothing on earth so much as a real, living horse, if I'd gotten one of those things I would've been crushed. I had plenty of stuffed animals and Breyer horses already; I didn't need a really big mechanical fake horse, I needed a horse. That thing would've simultaneously creeped me out and pissed me off.

Of course, knowing me, I would have pretended to like it so as not to hurt the feelings of the person who gave it to me, and then I would have pretended to like it in private too just in case the fairy tales were right and the mecha-pony did have feelings and was now feeling rejected and despondent.* But I wouldn't have actually liked the damn thing.

*In my whole life I only ever outright ignored one toy, and that was the clown doll a stepgrandparent gave me right after Poltergeist came out. I couldn't quite bring myself to throw it out (it was handmade), but I stuffed it in the back of my closet with all my bravest and noblest stuffed animals on top and thereafter refused to acknowledge its existence.

It could have been so much worse.

Ooh - I have an antique one of those compasses.

I stuffed it in the back of my closet with all my bravest and noblest stuffed animals on top and thereafter refused to acknowledge its existence.

Sounds like the clown doll and Belinda would be a perfect match.

everybody move to New Orleans!

Working on it! Except for the part where I haven't since getting back. But I will! Which reminds me, we need to do some plotting via email.