( .40 caliber = 10.160 mm; .41 caliber = 10.414 mm)
Anyway, this exchange actually happened last night:
Mom, from the kitchen: "Your birthday cake has the plague."
Me, getting up from the computer to come see: "Why, does it have buboes?"
Me: "... yep, it sure does."
|The pox marks are actually where the chocolate chips melted |
and stuck to the pan rather than come out with the cake.
Speaking of weirdness, Herr Kapitan Von pointed out to me that I share a birthday with not one by TWO science fiction luminaries:
You know what? For John Barrowman, I'll swing that way. Have them both washed and brought to my room immediately!
Nah, I'm just joking. :)
... don't bother washing them! ;)
But for realz, everypony, just wish me a happy birthday (and I keep forgetting my blogiversary -- Lurking Rhythmically turned 7 years old back in February!) in the comments section.
And now, I'm going to veg out and watch science-fiction TV while gorging on my Pox Cake. Have a great day and do something geeky and fun in my name!