Rivers of flesh and blood, stretching interpretations of Yom Kippur, gate-crashing a private reception, asking a question that had already been asked, ever-so-slightly embarrassing discussions of female anatomy at midnight, and the uncharacteristic urge to drop a cosmic anvil on somebody's head. So, yeah, yesterday was a little strange.
But look! Here's a train!
And here's a little bit of copyright infringement, right here on campus (tsk, tsk):
Right, I've now finished running around Chapel Hill looking for ingredients, so it's time to start poisoning people…
ooh! who'd you wanna drop a cosmic anvil on?? hmm, i hope it wasn't me...
I thought I'd edited that line out, but obviously not. Rest assured, it's not you :-)
I hope it's me, it'd be fun
Good luck with the cooking. Can I get the anvil dropped on my head instead, please?
I'm immune to anvils. Even the cosmic variety.