I have kiwi-strawberry syrup in my hair

...but last night was not quite as interesting as one might think from just that datum.

Fireworks good. Fireworks from very very close by better.

And I didn't get nearly enough sleep, so that's going to have to do for details.

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You mean I'm not insane?

http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv

Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: Low
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Low

reproduction

A colleague said today that she thought I'd make a good mother. I went "eeehh" a bit. "I'm not so sure."
"Why not?"
"The little ones kind of make me crazy."
"Ah, well, you can farm them out while they're real little, until they're a couple of years old."
"Yeah, like six or seven? That sounds about right to me."

So I've been having my thoughts on reproduction again. I do think I might have kids someday out of sheer genetic vanity. Kids are like kittens, though; they are just as wonderful if they didn't come from your household, and there are too many of them already. So if I do have one or two -- I believe that more than that is too many -- it will be because I'm being selfish. Selfish is mostly okay in my book. I keep thinking about open adoption, actually. Since I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a nurturing parent, I could assuage my genes' hunger to propagate and give a baby to some nice queer couple like Dan Savage and his boyfriend. Yay.
I'm also considering egg donation. Not only would I get paid (though I understand it's a pretty unpleasant process and one should get paid), but I'd be giving back to the system that caused me to happen; my biological father is an anonymous sperm donor. I keep wondering what would happen when they asked my medical history, though. All I'd be able to say is "well, my father passed a screening just like this one, so I guess he's okay..."
And maybe I'll decide at some point that I want to not only be crazy enough to carry and birth a child but actually raise it. It would be weird, but at the same time I've wanted a daughter. I don't know. I go on musing about this every time it comes up, and I haven't settled anything yet.

vindication

I'm reading Bully for Brontosaurus by Mr. Nifty Cool Stephen Jay Gould. I had guessed from the title that he preferred "brontosaurus" to "apatosaurus" as I do, but he also has this to say:

Anyone could have applied to the commission for suppression of Apatosaurus under the plenary powers in recognition of the widespread popularity and stbility of Brontosaurus. I suspect that such an application would have succeeded. But no one bothered, and a good name remains in limbo. (I also wish that someone had fought for suppression of the unattractive and inappropriate name Hyracotherium in favor of the lovely but later Eohippus, also coined by Marsh. But again, no one did.)

I have always thought that the name Eohippus was vastly preferable to Hyracotherium, and now I find that Professor Gould agrees with me. I am --> smug.