Today is an incredible day.
Not because yesterday sucked, and not because I totally called it, and my predictions of yesterday came soaring through within the past ten hours. Not because I'm really drunk right now, because I am, and luckily my penchant for backspace is now an official blogger enabler. I don't even fucking know right now.
But because, after yesterday and the threatening of the shank, and the awful week that The Captaihn had (as an aside, I'm blogging about this, because it's what I do, and I apologize for flashing your tits all over the blogosphere. Metaphorically. But you are naked all of the time because you are a model, and a good one, and fucking whate ver. Someday I will show off your work so I can soak your hotness by osmosis)
I might delete this tomorrow if I calculate it's unnecessary. And I might leave it up, because in the end I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.
Right now I'm considerably impressed at my ability to type at all.
So yeah. I was right, and I am officially psychic.
But this is about (crap. I deon't remember anymore.) No. I remember.
Today is an incredible day because it's not only the 200th birthday of both Charles Darwin and Abrahm Lincoln, but because...
That's it. It's because it's the birthday of the both of them.
And I know this for two reasons.
One: am obsessed with Darwin. If anyone is all about this, read Darwin's Dangerous Idea, which is similar to taking the history of belief, the history of doubt, and the history of science, and smashing them together in this glorious bundle of yummy logic and calling it a book. There are diagrams and love.
Two: If you watch Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure, they arrest Abe Lincoln and take him to San Dimas Jail or something, and when they ask his birthday Lincoln leans forward and says, as gravely as he is able, "February 12th. 1809."
I will never forget it.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll do this way better. But I'm drunk right now.