Well, as a first post in around 4 months, I won't bother to tell you what's been happening in my life or any of that jazz. Far too much effort. Instead, I bring you the following:

Something wet and unpleasant landed upon my left shoulder from above as I walked home from work yesterday. It had been several years since something similar had happened, but one of my immediate suspicions was that the culprit might have been feathery in nature. It didn't seem to be a big enough mess for that, though, but not long after my homecoming, Jen confirmed my suspicions.

This makes three incidents in which a bird has decided that I might be a worthy object upon which to excrete. Allow me to recount the previous two:

1. Primary school: I was walking around the playground and heard a rather loud impact on my hat. It didn't hurt, so it wasn't anything solid, but an inspection revealed that it was rather sloppy. I can't rememver whether a bird was in my list of suspects, but I know someone enlightened me soon enough.
2. High school: I was sitting on some steps peacefully eating my lunch while talking to a friend when something warm and sloppy landed on my leg. Being at high school, I figured that someone might have thrown something randomly, as they tend to do at high school. Lance looked around briefly and, as he looked up, he said, "Ah. I spy the culprit..."

I can just hear the meetings they had and the laughter that follows each incident. "Hey, you know that blind loser... you know, that button pusher from that blindy duo that laughably call themselves a band and go by the name N^th Degree? We should crap on him! Hahahahahaha! Not just once, though... we need to do it every few years. Let him lapse into a sense of false security and then... plop! Hmmm. Who's going first? He he he he... chortle chortle." Ok, so N^th Degree didn't exist when I was at primary school, but that's not the point! Maybe birds can time travel. Did you think of that, huh? On the other hand, maybe this is all just my growing delusion and paranoia...

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