Hodge-podgination.

Some random items:

1) There is nothing more punk rock than cutting your own hair. For realz. I did it, this method works. My hair looks better than the last time I got it cut at a salon, even. And it was free. That Instructables author should get an Oscar, an Emmy, and a Tony just for writing this thing.

2) I've got Scrabble fever, which isn't something even Dr. House could cure. Oh, he could diagnose it, sure -- but he couldn't cure it. He'd probably make 13 or Cuddy give me the bad news, though. And then he would come in just to say something incredibly rude to further the plot, then leave to torment Dr. Jimmy...um, I digress. Scrabble. Right. I hadn't played in years, but suddenly I'm making everyone I know plunk down some wooden tiles with me. I have no explanation for this, but perhaps it is related to an alien abduction experience I cannot recall? Maybe, probably not. Fun, though.

3) I used to work next door to a terrible Chinese restaurant. The food was bad enough, but the worst part was when they would clean their grease traps, and it would smell like rotting, burned onions for at least a four block radius. Being right next door, our entire office would reek for three days. That restaurant is now gone, but I've been temping at my old office and watching them gut the old restaurant to put in something new. Somehow just watching this process has awakened a new irrational fear: I am now afraid that our post-apocalyptic future will smell like the old restaurant's grease trap. It's bad enough that we face rapid climate change, overpopulation, and the continuing scourge of reality television -- but now my visions of future calamity also smell really bad. It's just not fair.

And there's your update. Good day.