"There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss." - Douglas Adams

Which is just another of way of saying yes. :)

Fred -

Now I can't help but wonder. Am I right? I could swear that it was Douglas Adams who wrote about flying being the art of throwing yourself at the ground and missing, but I might be mistaken.

Well, it does rhyme, but I don't think we need it a third time. Sharon, when you can, could you delete the repeat entry? Thanks. I'm going to quit trying to post from work for the time being. Hopefully Blogger will figure out what's going wrong and how to fix it.

Well I guess Mail-to-Blogger isn't working anymore.

Addendum: Or maybe it's just working a day behind. Sharon, when you get a chance, could you delete this one?

Cthulhu fiction! Yay, Jon.

I should point out that that whole "ten percent of our brains" thing isn't actually true. Call it poetic license, then.

I does what I can.

Hope you had a nice birthday.

*thunderous applause*

And y'know? Notebooks are probably the present I'd like best, out of all that.

Gosh. Rhyming. Wow.

To clarify, when Fred emails a post to Blogger, it posts as me, because I'm the admin of the blog, and only admins can email a blog.

I've been finding it very disorienting.