Dude. I don't even know, but something got our neighborhood duo going last night. I was sitting, reading the news, waiting to fall asleep for about two or three hours and they were going on and on outside howling and yelping the entire time about a quarter mile or so away from the house. Then this morning, I get up to get some coffee and talk to my roommate and they said that they woke up around three o'clock and heard them going across the street. Don't get me wrong, cause it's fun to hear them, but it strikes me as a bit out of the ordinary for them to go on all night, especially as you only hear them once or twice a year.
Sitting in a box of random art supplies that I didn't know we had, is a book I didn't know we had. How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way. No idea where either of those things came from, but I think I'll thumb through the book today and see if it's something worth keeping.
Last night, I had something I wanted to share on Pubski and I was sure I wouldn't possibly forget it. This morning though? Nadda. Memory can be weird sometimes. The other week, Dala and I were watching a movie and I was trying to remember David Bowie's name, but for the life of me, I couldn't. What was weird was I was trying for about fifteen minutes, going through his songs in my head, remembering their titles, lyrics, and melodies clearly. I could name some movies he was in and the characters he played, bring to mind famous photographs of him, but couldn't bring up his name to save my life. Eventually, I just turned to Dala and said "The guy who played the Goblin King in the Labyrinth. What's his name?" She looked at me like I was an idiot, said his name, and ever since, I haven't forgotten.
Brains are weird.