So I walked around six miles this morning, snapping photos left and right. I'll spare you the gruesome roadkill shots (for now), but most of the pictures I took were of cherry blossom trees. Here's one scene I shot.

I crouched to try and get the playground in on the action. Cute, eh?

I also saw a bus. But not just a bus, folks. Here, have a closer look.

Yup. We've all seen buses before, but this was THE BUS. And how many of those can there be? ONLY ONE. Otherwise that's something of a gyp. Huh, I was just compelled to look up the root of that word and my suspicions were confirmed. Hope I didn't offend any gypsies out there... You know, I wonder how many of the terms and idioms we use have seedy roots like that? Like "Indian giver". I used that one once and a girl got really angry at me.

So "Baby Looney Tunes" is on right now. It's kinda like a much less interesting ripoff of "Muppet Babies" starring the Looney Tunes gang living together as infants. But you know what? That doesn't make any fucking sense when applied to the Looney Tunes characters. These are characters whose only goal in adult life is to kill and eat one or more of the other characters. You expect me to believe that Taz and Bugs and Sylvester and Tweety knew each other since birth and played merrily together in the nursery? They must've had one hell of a falling out in their pre-teen adolescent years, that's for sure. Someone should write a fanfic about that.

I haven't slept. Can you tell?