Who shot who in the what now?

And more importantly, why do I repeatedly find myself whistling Moscas en la casa when I'm in the laundry room? Especially when it isn't in my head when I go back to my apartment. Curious.

Well, Brian Dixon over at The Millennial Abyss has not been updating his Millennium calendars since August. So I grabbed some of his images and PS'd my own.

Why I feel a compulsion to do time-consuming things like this when I'm supposed to be reading for school, I don't know. I sure there's a psychomological word for it, like displacement or denial.

Not just a river in Egypt.