Because I am a natural born doofus, I lost my ATM card a couple days ago, so I had to go to my bank in Central Square this morning to withdraw some benjamins for the weekend. The two tellers working at the crack of 10am were both women. I approached one, and pushed my filled out and signed Over The Counter Checking Withdrawal slip at her, mumbling something about good morning. She asked for my ID, which I handed over. She started copying the information, then abruptly stopped, and looked up at me with a smirk, and …

So apparently cats don’t always land on their feet. Who knew? Good to know she has such a sturdy ribcage, though, poor thing.

“Now at midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do.” Nice that they waited til the last few weeks of filming before initiating the suit, when it’s been in production for, what, four years? (PS - Carla Gugino I love you.)

If you read the entire Wikipedia page I linked to in the previous entry, you’ll know that the odds of being struck by lightning (once) are around 3000:1. If you’re like me, you probably think 3000:1 is just a leeeetle too likely for comfort. Well don’t spend another sleepless night tossing and turning with lightning-driven anxiety, because today I present to you the Spectrum ThunderBolt TB-CB1 PRO Lightning Detector Personal Unit. It’s about $400, which only seems like a lot until you’re a remorse-filled pile of black and crispy flash-fried you-bits. Think about it.

Happy Birthday, Roy Cleveland Sullivan. You survived more random lightning bolts over the course of your life than anyone in recorded history, and then brought irony to a whole new level when you took your own life by firearm. Direct contact with plasma at temperatures near those found on the surface of our sun,, that you could stand; a broken heart, not so much.