cimorene

i always wake up with things in mind to post, but today i went and ate breakfast first and now i've forgotten all of them. my dream, and what i was thinking about staring at the bookshelves at the end of the couch when i woke up, and all of it. one of them is tony hillerman's hunting badger (does my mom still read these after she buys them?), and i have to wonder: is it the hunting of a badger, or is it a badger who happens to be hunting? distinctions such as these keep us up at night. daddy wants me to check the dvd, which was skipping nassstily when we started to watch the extended lotr all the way through, and we need to determine if the skipping is a problem with the player or the dvd itself. ah, the frailty of human memory. he can't have told me half an hour ago.

did you know that, without any assumptions, i can prove (p>q)>(-q>-p)? it's a beauteous thing to behold.

either that, or a slightly alarming one.