last nights dream

was a short, but I'd say a good one.

I was in a bookstore, looking at nothing in particular, when who else but Robert Downey, Jr, and Jude Law come up and ask where the Sherlock Holmes books were.  I had no idea, so we all went trooping around looking for them.  When they were found, RDJ and Mr. Law started signing them "Glad you're here, Sherlock Holmes" or "John Watson" depending on who was signing what.  They then put them all back on the shelves and left.  It was awesome. And cute.  And I'm kinda sad I woke up.  Thats it.

What was you're dream?

Side note.

I swear to *insert preferred diety* that Sherlock Holmes wrote my research textbook.  This is cracking me up.

"It is the manner in which you collect the data and not the statistical technique that allows one to make causal inferences".

text from Research Methods in Health Promotion by Richard Crosby, Ralph DiClemente, and Laura Salazar.

Thats a sweet name, isn't it? Salazar....

Fucking Succeed...

has been my motto for the day.  Greetings!  Who am I? Who are you?  Doesn't matter.  I'm you're new overlord, HumDrumVee. Bow down. No you don't have to. But it'd be sweet if you did.

Anywho.  Today has been one nerdy day.  Nerdy is good.  Grow to love and embrace it.  Watched Iron Man, again.  Started my blog.  Joined up with this blog.  Now I'm gonna go watch Sherlock Holmes....again.  Because I'm an obsessed fan-girl, for everything Holmes, and RDJ.  I assume it annoys some people.  But hey, candy stripe a cancer ward, it's not my problem.  :)  I also fucking succeed at making shit up in the kitchen.  I made baked apples using the recipe that jumped into my head while studying about global hunger.  I felt kinda bad, because the African kids can't eat my delicious creations.

10 points to Gryffendor if you've read this far.  That is all.  Good night/morning/afternoon.