i am easily amused

Things that have amused me in the past 24 hours:

A self-insertion story I accidentally came across -- author/Patrick Stump -- in which Patrick is a married alcoholic who goes out partying all the time and brings home groupies. It provided some lulz. Ya know, since Patrick is such a big drinker. *g*

endingsexchange - the Happy Endings Femmeslash Exchange. I just stared at this for a solid minute wondering what "ending sex change" had to do with a femmeslash challenge. Underscores, people, use them!

Turkey vulture! I think I've looked at this every day for the past week. It's my happy place.

Salamander sex.

In many species of salamander, courtship activities are elaborate, with behavioral signals and mating dances that last for up to an hour before both individuals are "ready." At the peak of sexual stimulation, the male deposits a spermatophore--a packet of sperm on a jelly-like base. At the appropriate stage of receptivity, the female salamander straddles a packet, squats, and incorporates the sperm mass into her cloaca. In describing this behavior, Lynne D. Houck, an ecologist at Oregon State University and a past president of the Society for the Study of Amphibians and Reptiles, actually managed to have the term "spermatophore play" published in a respected scientific journal. Such prolonged courtship, however, is not the case with marbled salamanders. The frenzied activity of the congress results in spermatophores being deposited everywhere; Houck called it a "minefield of spermatophores." Females hardly need to squat--they just pick up a spermatophore on the run.

Ahaha. I am reminded of the "octopus sex" passage from my old biology textbook.

And something I did that amused other people:

We were talking about learning new habits and I blurted: "Oh yeah, I tried this 30-day new habit thing. But it didn't work. (realization:) Because I forgot to start." My mom laughed for about 10 minutes straight. I wasn't even joking...

Today was not a bad day. I did some light microscope work until the computer froze, got a shitload done on my coding project (I can has CSS nao!) and got only-sorta fired from my part-time job (I'm working piecemeal now.) I think my days are improved immeasurably by leftover pizza for lunch. Maybe I could start a collection service for unwanted leftover pizza.

P.S. I want to mention that you, my friends from the internet, are wonderful. I love that I can tell y'all embarrassing personal stories and you laugh and sympathize and leave witty comments. <3