Today, I am going to….play frisbee golf. Notwithstanding the fact that I have never played golf and don’t even know the rules, and that the last time I tossed a frisbee was when one might have heard “T-Bird is coming at you!” on the television in the background, I’m going to play frisbee golf. Incidentally, if you’re not old enough to remember the white plastic frisbee-looking thing with the handle in the middle, called the T-bird and advertised to hell and back in the 70s, then STFU because I hate you. I’ve also got the dubious honour of playing with the world’s most competitive man. He swears he’s not, but he is. I know–I’ve played Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble with him, and if we both play the same computer game, he always asks my score. His opponent, however (me), is about the most un-competitive, “who gives a shit it’s only a time-filling distraction” on the face of the planet. This should be interesting. Maybe fun and I’ll give it a go, but definitely interesting.

I’m also going critter hunting at the pond in hopes of finding a nice, fat leech for a photo session to put into the article I still haven’t finished. I told Boss I’d do it this week, but just haven’t been all that inspired. The tone needs to be just right; I don’t want it too informal and real information needs to be there, but at the same time, I want people to make friends with tank critters instead of seeing them and thinking, “DESTROY!”, so it can’t be too dry and scientific (because that’ll mean glazed eyes on 90% of the readers). We’ll see how that works out.