When I got home from work tonight I found that my dress had arrived. Unfortunately, my dress had also left because the delivery service requires a signature. Eve and Tara assure me that the delivery guy isn’t sitting at home tonight sitting in my dress, swigging beer. Once I develop a paranoid conspiracy theory it’s hard to let go of if it’s silly enough to make me laugh. When I stop giggling though I just know this is what I will lie awake tonight worrying about.

Have I ever told you about the Telepathic Time-travelling Mutant Space Crickets? Well, I can’t talk about it right now. Maybe later. They exist. You can’t actually prove they don’t. Think about it. There’s just something not right about crickets and this would explain a lot. Others will corroborate my story. Um, these other people are at least as crazy as I am, but I don’t believe that should have any bearing on the evidence, or lack thereof.

Back to a few hours ago…When I first arrive home there was an entire herd of squirrels in the road. They scattered and so I parked my car. Then I looked out the window. One of them was sitting there, watching me. I just know it was planning to jump in my car. I’m convinced my car still smells like squirrel pee. I’m so not playing that game again.

I debated climbing out the passenger side, but decided that was the dumbest idea I’d ever had. Or at least the dumbest idea I’d had in the last 10 minutes.

Maybe we should just move on now.

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Here’s an excellent site collecting information on Eldred v. Ashcroft. (Also home of the Free the Mouse campaign, where you can get a fine button like the one you see above)
I had planned to try and watch Lessig argue the case before the Supremes this morning, but I had an obligation I couldn’t weasel out of. Husband was also less than enthusiastic about camping out at the Supreme Court all night, but I would like to point out that Lisa Rein did so and promises a report (and video about the camping out portion of the program) in the near future.

I think that this is all enough to worry about for one night so I think I’ll go to bed now. Tomorrow, er, today, is another one of those 9 a.m. to 10 p.m. days that I’m pretty sure violate child labor laws or something.

I’ll have to ask the Cricket Overlords about that.

There are no cricket overlords, of course. I’m just being silly.

Or at least that’s what they told me to tell you.