I dunno about that.
Tomorrow, I'm going to get my head examined to see if anyone can figure out what triggered last Friday's weird-oh episode. I'm going in for a computed tomography (or ct) scan. "Tomography" is a pretty cool word, derived from the Greek word tomos, meaning "slice" and graphein, meaning "to write." If you've seen one of these scans, they are three dimensional images of the body, assembled one layer (or slice) at a time. I could do without the dose of radiation, but I'm sort of excited to see inside my own noggin.
This picture doesn't have much to to with anything, except that I found it while looking for historical images of the anatomy of the head.
Right after I graduated from college, my mother decided that I was obsessed with Godzilla, and bought me more Godzilla nick-nackery than you could shake a stick at. For the record, I am not obsessed with Godzilla. I have never been obsessed with Godzilla, and I have no idea where my mother got this idea. It was all very embarrassing, having to tell her to stop buying me this stuff. I was really broke at the time, and it was horrible to think of all that money being spent on plastic Godzilla crap when I genuinely needed shoes without holes in them.