Breathe, that's the key...

... I feel the need to, I don't know, almost apologize, or something, for what I just posted below. Rereading, it was a bit incoherent.
Plus, angry, with ugly text.
Eh.
Maybe not apologize, but calm down.
Even though my stress level is through the roof, I can still function and stuff, I guess.

..I'm just gonna stop and take a few breaths.

Sheesh, I started typing random subjects into random places in the post, so that roach issues are both longer than and above my brother's mysterious headaches and chronic vomiting issues.

Well, all I can think of to say right now, is that we come from a long line of highly intelligent and deeply stupid people, and hopefully we're some kind of mutants.
Or something.

I think I'll just pick up the remains of my brain and scurry off to non-blog activities now.

*facepalm* BLEH! *best myDad impression* 0_o

So now we're getting spam in the comments.
Magnifico.
Spendiferous.

Less sarcastically,
*UGH*.

There's so far chandaliers, and some nonsense about lumber or something.

DAMmit.
*shakes fist*

In Other News, I've been having a rather intense couple of days of BS, smack-myself-in-the-face-inducing stress, and frustration. Spose I'll vent here.

The bold & intense blue text thing reflects my mood, I guess.

Roaches are crawling out of the woodwork and then dying in my apartment.
I hope an exterminator never comes within a 5 mile radius of me, ever again. Mostly I just get hives from the poisons, *especially* Borax, & can't take out the garbage because the shute closet is filled with it, and get the roaches IN MY APARTMENT rather than in the garbage shute.
There's really nothing like finding roaches belly-up next to the surge protector, next to the couch, in the middle of the floor, on the rug, to brighten your day.
Mysteriously, those unobtrusive RAID or whatever traps actually seem to work magic whenever I have used them, including in apartment buildings - of course, provided that your neighbors don't do dumbass things like leaving OPEN, still-liquid-having orange juice containers in the damn garbage closet. Then they just come back eventually.

My family is supposed to go on a "vacation" (more like a "torture-by-senile-psychotics") next week. NO idea what's going on there... well, because. partly...

Last night my brother just had a spinal tap. And yes, I mean the actual spine-puncturing test, and not the movie.
I have no idea so far if this was a wise precaution or just more medical BS.

Because of this and (even more) other assorted crap, I'm just a twitchy mess at work.

Ok, I feel midly better now...

shhhcards.pdf

Check out these cards (requires a pdf viewer). What an excellent idea. Temptation to use these, very high. :)

Whose Fish

No idea who the Coudal Partners are, but they have a mighty fine puzzle in their blog. Apparently Albert Einstein made up this logic puzzle, and claimed that 98% of the people in the world could not figure it out.

There are five houses in a row in different colors. In each house lives a person with a different nationality. The five owners drink a different drink, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet, one of which is a Walleye Pike.

The question is-- who owns the fish?

Hints:
1. The Brit lives in the red house.
2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3. The Dane drinks tea.
4. The green house is on the left of the white house.
5. The green house owner drinks coffee.
6. The person who smokes Pall Malls keeps birds.
7. The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhills.
8. The man living in the house right in the center drinks milk.
9. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
10. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the one who smokes Dunhills.
12. The owner who smokes Bluemasters drinks beer.
13. The German smokes Princes.
14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbor who drinks water.

I figured it out, can you?