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Today I had my second lab practical for equine training. This one was about identification and conformation. Obviously one of the things we had to do was age horses by their teeth. This, on my part, involved opening the horse's mouth by kinda just sticking my finger in behind his teeth. Fine, horse saliva all over my hands, I don't mind. Actually, the texture of the inside of a horse's mouth is very pleasant. I don't know how to describe it. I suppose you'd have to try it.

After my lab practical I went down to visit amby's room, which I often do, for the procurement of strawberry little debbie thingers. They're like twinkies shaped like hohos with strawberry. So I consumed one of these happily. Having just had my wisdom teeth removed in December, I have those cool gaps behind my teeth (similar to horses, ironically enough). Some of the delectable faux-strawberry treat got stuck in that space, so naturally I reached in to get it out. It was at this very moment that I realized that I do not enjoy the flavor of horse saliva. Also, I realized that I had not washed my hands since my lab practical.

Ever wonder where I live? It's right here. Go ahead and zoom right in on it. Then zoom out again, and you could figure out how to get there. Kinda creepy, isn't it? I could also show you where a number of other people are currently located, but they may or may not appreciate that.

Google keeps on bustin' out with hot stuff. Remember when image search was in beta? I've been with it all along, I've got a gmail, and obviously I'm ok with this one. It does appear as if Google's trying to catalogue everything though, doesn't it? What happens when they do?