March 11

I knew it.
Zombies are real.
Scientists in Brazil have found zombie ants.
ZOMBIE ANTS.
Okay.
They don't exactly come back from the dead or anything, so I'm not sure that zombie is the most appropriate term.
But.
This fungus infects these ants and takes over their brain.
They control the ants' bodies, make them find an ideal spot, and kill the ants, using them as nourishment to sprout stalks out through their heads.
So maybe the scientists are coming at this through the voodoo zombie angle.
The fungus is like the voodoo priestess, forcing the zombie to do her bidding.
That seems more fitting.

Anyway.
Just thought I'd share this information.
Here's a picture of a poor zombie ant:



See that white thing on his head?
That's the fungus stalk growing out of his brain.

Who wants mushrooms for dinner?

Peace.

P.S. Pray for Japan.

March 7

Hello.
Haven't posted in a while.
Thought I'd do a quickie.
{that's what she said}
I was pondering what to talk about.
You don't even know how close I was to posting baby orangutan pictures.
But, I have refrained...for now.

Rachel and I played a game of HO just a few minutes ago.
And before you jumped to conclusions, it's none of that.
We got a basketball hoop for our room.
And surprise, surprise, neither of us star athletes were able to get a basket with any kind of accuracy.
So a game of simple HORSE would likely take four and half hours.
Thus, HO was born.
To cut things short, we played twice. I won. Rachel lost.
Rachel = 2x Ho

I've decided I'm going to practice screaming.
Not there-is-an-ax-murderer-in-my-shower screaming.
Screaming for a band.
But, just in case it sounds like there's a murderer after me, I have to wait until I'm alone. And at home.
Even if Rachel's gone from the dorm, the walls are pretty thin.
Our neighbors would likely alert the RA of a dying mongoose next door.
Only, they would find me with the remote control in my hand, rocking out to The Devil Wears Prada (the band, not the movie).
So.
When I get home, and no one is there, the remote is coming out.
I feel like I could do it.
Maybe.
Or tear up my vocal chords.
One or the other really.
We'll just see.
I'll let you know how it goes.

Annie just told us that Yellowstone National Park is a "pleasuring ground for the benefit and enjoyment of the people."
Wtf.
Remind me never to visit Yellowstone.
Any place described as a "pleasuring ground" is off my list of va-cay destinations.
Who knew Wyoming was so kinky?

Anyway.
I'm outtie.

March 3

POOP.