I'm still tired from the trip, having pretty much dragged through the entire day today. I was going to do a follow-up to Immig-Rant after the big rally in Dallas yesterday, but I think I'll save that for later. Tonight has been the night to do nothing, and it's working well so far; I got to see 24 at its actual time, and I haven't done jack (Bauer?) squat since then. Thankfully, this is a short week, since we get the day off on The Holiday That I Can Still Call Good Friday But The Schools Won't, and most of next week's teaching is decimated by TAKS testing (I'll gripe about that as it's happening; it's due for a fresh rant). So as long as I can hang in there till Thursday night, it's all good, and I'll have more coherent stuff to talk about.
Oh, and tomorrow is Lab Band Madness. You can bet I'll be there.
Police department, Miss Cleo speaking: An Australian police investigator has been suspended after he consulted a psychic to help him with an investigation.
Who's your daaaaaady? A woman in Indiana has become embroiled in a paternity suit...involving an alpaca. (Yes, that's a type of llama. No, nobody thinks she gave birth to the animal herself, but she says that, without proof of the animal's father, she can't sell it.)
She can't blame the dog for this one: A British teacher has lost a lawsuit against her school over their failure to replace a chair which made a farting noise whenever someone sat in it.