September 16th, 2009


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It's been pointed out to me that I never update anymore. Well, by gall, you're right!!! I just haven't felt overly inspired by anything in my life to share. If I realize nothing else about being an adult, adulthood is... very monotonous and not... overly exciting. I've instead done the evil thing and headed moreso over to Facebook, as it seems to fit my lack of attention... span. (Search for Aubrey Keating, if'n you'd like to add me, I'm too lazy to figure out the link.)

I do, however, have a story about a dead raccoon.

See, it's an ongoing inside joke to me that raccoons really don't exist. It's almost as if it's an ongoing joke in the world - people around me will say "Look, a raccoon!" I'll fwip my head around to see... nothing. "It was just there! It ran in the bushes," they would reply. This has happened many, MANY times. Sure, I've seen videos of them, and pictures of them, but I've seen videos of Big Bird and pictures of jackalopes, too!!!

Walking home from work one day, I came across a dead raccoon in the bushes. I stood there and stared at it in fascination for a moment. First thought? "Dang, those things are HUGE." I also felt a bit of sadness, too.

I realized later that, to me, it was almost like finding a dead unicorn.