Various things to recount for no particular reason, and segues be damned.
-If you visit my blog versus reading on Bloglines/Google Reader, you will see that I have a new header, courtesy of the utterly fabulous Cali. I have never had anything but the standard, boring-as-shit Blogger templates and headers, so goooooooooo me! I even changed my Blogger template, such as it is. It's hardly the world's best blogging aesthetic (the template, not Cali's marvellous header OBVIOUSLY), but until I'm gifted $100 to get someone to design a new template (again, the header staying in place as it rocks), here we are. Cali is designing headers for a FET, so go and send some business her way. Preferably lots of it.
The castle is a photo taken by my fine self, and the kid in the photo was made by my fine self, some small-headed sperm as donated by my husband, and a hot as hell Greek embryologist. This castle is local, because this is England, and castles up the wazoo is how we roll.
-I was looking at a Nigerian student's birth certificate the other day, and noticed that much like transcripts and other official documents originating in Africa and the Middle East, the mother is a secondary consideration. Now, I haven't dug out P's birth certificate (I keep wanting to type "gift certificate") to see where my name ranks, but the mother second on a birth certificate? Is it not enough that the mother carried the child for nine months, gave birth to it, and then was likely its primary caregiver? What's a woman gotta do to be first around here?
-I'm on Twitter, and I hate myself for it. I'm still not fully aware of the point, and I'm sorry friends and followers, gmail chat kicks Twitter ass. However, I will stick with it for a week or two until I get lazy/complacent/bored, so if you desperately want to know what Pru is thinking or doing during her work day or early evening, look me up. I've even put the little Twitter nonsense in the sidebar so I can follow you or you can follow me on Twitter because it seems I have the need to avoid working. Seriously though, if you're not down with the Twitter, please message me on gmail sometime. I'm boring as hell in actual conversation, so fried is my brain and my nerves tested when I'm at work. Tempting, eh? I'm also a whore for non-work conversation. Or just a whore in general. Whatever.
-I'm addicted to this new song, "L.E.S. Artistes" by Philly hipster cool chick Santogold. I know it's not Music Monday, but humour me. I listened to this song 8 times in one sitting the other day and it made me all giddy. On reflection, that may have been two parts Santogold, three parts coffee though.
Happy weekend all.