Maybe I'm just tired and over-sunned, but this has me giggling like an idiot.
I spent the day at an autocross event, which was bags of fun. Truly. Headed out to Brampton GO station and thrashed a Scion around a coned course all day. I highly recommend it, even if you experience difficulty figuring out the course (::cough Peter Cheney cough::).
Of course, it was a fabulous day, but very hot. When you're on pavement it's even hotter, and when you're wearing a full face helmet much of the time, well, it's just crazymaking.
Which explains tonight, at least to me. I just called a neighbour and asked if it was wine-o'clock yet, to which she responded, quite correctly, "it's always wine-o'clock". Good woman. We shared a pre- dinner catch up and I came in to shut down my computer. Of course it's never that easy, and I headed to a couple of sites to do a little checking, and discovered a tab my friend Mandee told me about months ago but I pretended I couldn't hear her because Mandee stumbles on some pretty weird and terrifying sites and I have this huge belief that if I click on them and then wake up dead someone will go through my browser history and see them and I won't be here to say "No! That wasn't me! That was Mandee!" Yeah, like that. But anyway. I found the tab and tried it. It's called Next Blog. If you're on a blog, and you click Next Blog, it just ferries you away to another blog. I decided to see if this was predicated on topic, or anything, but no, it appears to be totally random. And that link is the blog I landed on, and maybe it is a direct result of wine-o'clock (though I only had one), but photos this guy posts of his guns as he readies for the apocalypse are killing me.
I think my favourite is where he promises to list food nutrients in a later blog.
So when they take over the earth, or are left standing, or whatever, they can be healthy.
Oh, jeez, look at that. It's wine-o'clock again.