The next part of the Clown War saga is not yet ready, so I lied. Those of you who were waiting for more thrilling adventures of me, the Dame, and a largely un-credited cast of ninjas, mimes, and clowns will, unfortunately, have to wait a bit longer.
In other news, it’s stupidly hot. It was over 90 degrees today and small animals were spontaneously combusting with frightening regularity. I saw a whole tree full of squirrels go up at once and it was not pretty, though I did get a free lunch. Now, in many parts of the country, 90 degrees is not that hot, but in central Oregon where AC is rare, it’s frickin’ miserable. I have five fans set up around the house and all they really do is help maintain the illusion that it’s not as hot as I think it is (which is a lie).
I’m pretty much hot and sticky all day and this is not something the public at large should be exposed to. I mean, I vaguely nauseate me, so I can’t imagine what it’s like for normal people. There is a reason I work in computer games and not as a male exotic dancer/mathematician. Hint: it’s not just because I suck at math.
Actually, a male exotic dancer/mathematician who solved crimes using his perfect pecs and stunning statistics could be a great TV show. I could call it: Trig & Abs or T & A for short.
Okay, fine. It’s not perfect, but I’ve seen worse.
In other news, there really is no other news. World’s still spinning. The new royal baby already makes more than I do. I need a haircut. Life goes on.
Y’know, I should market T&A to the Sci-Fi Channel. Or is it Si-Fi? Anyway, they put Sharknado on the air, T&A is comparatively rather sane.