One of my bosses at The Lab keeps asking about the recurring theme of pudding in my work. He wonders if there’s some sort of joke that he isn’t getting, and that perhaps others won’t get it because they’re not from around here (The Lab is the most culturally diverse place I’ve ever hung my hat).

It’s a valid question, but it honestly doesn’t have an answer. The reason pudding keeps showing up in the chemical disasters I create is because pudding is hilarious. That’s it. Pudding = funny. He is clearly putting too much thought into what I do all day.

There was a protest across the street from The Lab today – apparently some people got it into their heads that shouting at a building would stop the war. I wonder how that went for them?

Also, I am beyond amused at how excited Ed is that the McRib is back. I mentioned it in passing yesterday, and he was so excited he almost rear-ended a car. He had one for lunch today, and if his email to me is any indication, he is very pleased with both himself and the sandwich.

Today I was smart enough to bring emergency pants (but not smart enough to wear socks), and they are not needed. I almost feel like wetting myself in retaliation for my excellent planning gone awry, but .. eww.

I found a way to disguise the majority of my leper-fisting wounds, but the bites aren’t quite past the itchy stage and my leather cuff (I would be so badass if not for the pink flowers) is making me twitch. The bites are truly disgusting to behold and I’m really conscious of the fact that it makes me look as though I’ve been ravaged by some horrible, possibly contagious skin condition. I have plans to be social tomorrow night, and I don’t want people to avoid me for fear of my wrist syphilis. I swear I’m clean!

We’re hopping onto the bandwagon a good 5 years late, but Ed and I have finally started to watch Firefly. We’ve owned the DVDs for the series and the movie for years, but getting me to sit down and pay attention to the TV for that long is an epic quest. I finally caved last weekend, and we’re 5 episodes in so far. I’m really enjoying it, but I refuse to become emotionally vested in it, knowing that it ends abruptly. Also, I accidentally spoiled a major plot point for myself and am bummed well in advance. Still, I see what all the fuss was about. I’m just a little late to the party is all.

In other news, I am totally going to send hit man spam to everyone I know.