Geez, I'm Sorry: Look, It's Past My Bedtime, If That Makes Things Any Better.

Although lots of things happened today (rescuing kittens from burning buildings, fighting off mutant invasions using the power of my mind and finding a really good lentil burger for only two dollars), perhaps the best is discovering that a) my glamorous cousin is working for Akira Isogawa and b) Chess boxing is a sport.
I realise that's two things. Hell with you if you can't stretch a superlative that far.
I mean, a) that's very cool, and if I can somehow wrangle my way into the professional ambit, I can practise both my Japanese and my ability to make everyone around me look more fashionable without even trying, and b) I believe the fact the sport exists is reason enough to drop everything and squeal like an excited choreographer. Let's face facts: if DaVinci had had this sport, the Mona Lisa would never have hit the canvas.
I say, that was rather neat. Here, let me over-explain the tortuous pun I just made until you become ashamed of yourself even for making that patronising sniff of laughter you just did: you see, canvas is involved in both the unfettered functioning of artistic genius and also in oil painting.
Blogs really need a drum sting to follow that kind of gear. Surely we have the technology?