You know how you get your fortune cookie fortune and you automatically add “in bed” to the end because even if you grow up enough to not drink to excess you’ll still never be truly mature?
Today my fortune said:
Love does not always wear a friendly face
…in bed?
What is my fortune telling me?? What the hell? I’m locking my doors and sleeping with a baseball bat. I don’t know what the chinese confectionary industry has in store for me, but I’m having none of it!!!

I went to go play with the celebrity face recognition stuff over at My Heritage. I figure it would be good to see what I look like.
I upload this picture:

It scans it. I don’t really know how I feel about this being my first match:

My other options were Bruce Willis, Neil Gaiman, Diane Keaton, Lawrence Mother Fucking Fishburne, Wong Kar-Wai (who is that?), Billy “oh for fucks sake” Bob Thornton, Eddie Murphy, and Jessie McCartney!!!
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or have a drug overdose.

The heat wave finally broke with thunderstorms last night. After god knows how long baking in the kiln of minnesota heat wave we had our relief. We laughed that we were enjoying the cool 80 degree weather!
It smelled of summer rain all day. Spring rain smells of fresh dirt and new grass. Fall rain has a chill, it smells smokey, there’s a little twinge of winter in the air. Summer rain smells of heat, almost sultry in its effect. Summer rain washes away the ozone and smog and pollution and for a brief time reminds you that there is a planet under your feet.