Today was a strange day with lots of fairly unexpected running around and errands. And now I'm crashing hard as some sort of illness-driven fatigue swamps me.

We're just over 30 days away from our annual exercise in regurgitating useless knowledge and we spent a decent chunk of the afternoon in a major bookstore engaging in some very silly research. Someone mistook our efforts for spirited academic research tilting at the windmill of misogynistic media images. We didn't have the heart to explain that the actual goal involved things like being able to properly identify all of these crispy gentlemen if need be:



Also, since firthofforth deserves to be rewarded today, I'm pleased to use this space to let her know that we have electronically acquired the following two-panel achievement we stumbled upon today:



You tell 'em, chicken.