Nothing is going on here that I want to write about. Except I was cleaning out a bedroom and found this neat little stuffed turtle in a dustheap, along with the stuffed cat I almost broke my arm swinging by its tail for an hour during a Chargers/ Holes performance that some other guy died at. While blowing the dust off the nifty turtle I discovered that it had Magnets in its Feet and Body that I Didn't Know Were There! Exciting, no? So I stuck it to my metal desk but I think I'm gonna let it live in my wooden treehouse that I got around the same time of the cat swinging debacle because it was way way WAY marked down and I was in Akron with nothing else to do but buy toy treehouses that I have no use for and nowhere to put but, they're neat (and over 50% off). I *could* let my Hamtaros live in the treehouse but I have too many of them (Thank you eBay) and they would overrun the joint. So residing with turtle will be two stoned, er stone, mice and my plastic turkey named Turkey Frank, except Turkey Frank will probably just visit periodically as I usually put him in my pocket to take to work and remind myself Who the Turkeys Are, Really.