I see that I'm the first one to post today -- or at least my previous post was.

Readers of this blog will realize exactly how rare this is -- namely, a) that I post (as of late), and b) that it is 4:50 post meridian on the Eastern seaboard, and this blog has yet to see the brilliant observations of my fellow Crescatters -- astute readers will note that I'm referring to the intersection (albeit vanishingly small) of these two sets.

That said, however, I'm forced to ask myself: "So what, Sudeep?" There are, of course, languid days, and days of rest (we here at Crescat seem to be paying particular obeisance to the nameless God of Moses and Abraham), and (yes) even snowy days of late starts -- as the case may be today in Eastern Massachusetts. Indeed, those intimate with my routine today will be wise enough to point out that even I woke up well past what is cannoncially considered early or even decent by any sense of the word -- not, by the bye, to insinuate that I at all woke up cannonically indecent in any sense that that phrase may or may not have.

None of this, of course, is by way of chastizing, really. To be honest, I can't really imagine that there's much more that I wanted to say (oddly enough, I keep typing, though), but it strikes me as weird that this should happen, enough that I should note it -- sort of like someone suddenly realizing his or her own age, or that they may or may not have blonde hair, etc., etc. -- thus, although it might be obvious (excruciatingly so, sometimes even) to the general public, it's worth repeating in any case:

1) This is the second post of the day for Crescat.
2) The first post was by me (below).
3) It is currently 5:10 post meridian, and other Crescatters have yet to post.

Hunh.

Via Phillips, via Begging to Differ via Throwing Things via Our Girl in Chicago (it's always important to know your heritage...)-- my first five movie quotes, no thinking:

"Immediately after saying that, Royal realized it was true."
"This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry."
"This is not 'nam, Smokey -- there are rules."
"I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
"You shall not pass!"