Well, when you say it like that...

Dr. Elizabeth Corday just called me. At least, I'm pretty sure it was her, even though she called herself Susan SomethingOrOther and said she was from -- you guessed it -- a recruiting firm in California. Dr. Corday left an adorable little message on my voicemail, which included, in part (in the most British of Briton voices):

I read that yooo took the Caahliforniah Bahhr Exam, and I cahhhn't imahhhhgine why yoood suuhbject yourself to suuuch a thing if yooo were not coming baahk to Caahliforniah.

Hey, Corday, if I don't take this shit from Brian, I'm surely not going to take it from you and your funny accent.

Just keep rubbing it in, people. The first person who brings the salt can keep my fancy certificate.

On a not entirely different note, via Quinn, I only have to drink 240 more of these Diet Dr. Pepper's I've got here to kill myself. Mmmm...death by caffeine.

Another Reason Why Flickr Is Awesome

(And has great tubes.)

Artist/composer Matt Sargent contacted me about my photos of Landscape Circles from Saturday, which he found when I put them on Flickr, and now he's using one for his website. Nice! I've been meaning to blog about the performance, which I hope to do later today.

They're Coming

Who? The Robots, of course. All you crazy people are worried about zombies and mice and Adrian Fenty. But I'm telling you, the signs are there, and the robots are far along in their preparation for the final takedown.

Look at the evidence, will you? First the DCist server or whatever went nuts, forcing all of us trying to post something to consider jumping off the roof instead (ahem, doing their job for them). Then the massive database I use at work started mysteriously disappearing files I knew I'd uploaded. After frantic searches for hard copies with no results, we'd find, a week later, that the file mysteriously reappeared (an indexing problem they say. Ha!). Then! Then this evening, Flickr, the flagship of everything that is good and right about the internets, found its tubes clogged (and I'm so happy to see Catherine got a screencap of that, because I laughed so hard realized I was witnessing one of the last signs of the apocalypse when I saw it), while those of us desperately trying to upload pictures of homemade bruschetta languished at our desks, impotent to post nary a one.

See what's happening? They're slowly turning off and on the switches to show us how dependent upon them we are, and give us a taste of what's to come. Remember my first battle? My roommate got to re-live that one today, since our phone inexplicably turned off about a week ago. And then inexplicably turned back on once the repairman was en route.

If the robots begin their uprising and you're caught with your back-up disk in mid-burn, don't come crying to me. I'll be sitting in the basement with my canned goods and analog receivers.