flickr?

I'm posting this here mostly so that I, myself, remember to actually do the deed, but I shall FINALLY update the ol' flickr account the next time I have a day off. Which might be as soon as Sunday?
That's right, I use valuable valuable blogging space as Post-It Notes. It'll be like Cribs (Cribz? I don't really know) but with less of me in a doo-rag and a trucker hat flashing gang signs and saying things like "yo" and "word" and more "this is [name of thing]."
Mark your calendars! For an indeterminate date!

EDIT: I actually don't have Sunday off, but I do get out early. So I'll shoot for Sunday.
Why must my schedule be "Days that end in Y"?

EDIT EDIT: Camera=not in the house. I'll get to it as soon as humanly possible.

unintentionally humorous book of the day:

Slipcover Chic: Designing and Sewing Elegant Slipcovers at Home

Apparently covering your furniture with various flowered fabrics is the "in" thing to do. Oh, and ruffles!

now what do we call mickey's dog?

As you've no doubt heard, Pluto is no longer a planet.
There are now eight planets. It must have been an adjustment back in the day when it was inducted into planet-dom, but now it's no more. Well, it's still there, out in the "Trans-Neptune Belt", but you know what I mean. (What about when it orbits in front of Neptune?) I don't know, Pluto never really affected me, I can't name its discoverer, I never did a school project on it; but it was always there: a small ball of ice floating out in the nether-reaches.
What next? Will there be only eleven months? Should February begin locking its door at night?
Like I said, it's not, in the greater Cosmic Sense, huge. Our tides aren't controlled by Pluto. It certainly can't be terraformed.
But those of you who read old scifi in your childhoods will know what I'm talking about. A rose by any other name wouldn't smell as sweet. [Forgive me, I really hate how cliche that sounds, but I can't think of anything else. Look at the posting time.] No one's going to stop and smell the snarglebargin. [Oh man, I clearly need to go to bed.]

I'm just glad I'm not a teacher and I don't have to scramble to change my lesson plan.