He's not dead, he's pining for the Fjords!
Today has been one of those rare days that are just incomparable. It started off relatively mildly, with a typical boring astronomy class. It's not that I don't like the subject of astronomy, I just don't like the prof. I think he's arrogant, short-sighted, and apathetic about the discipline. But that's another story.
At any rate, today I received in the mail a boxed set of Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl. This sparked a day-long Pythonic marathon. Some of the sketches are just so perfect, there is nothing to be said except for "Australia! Australia! We love ya'! Amen!" Ahhhh, yes. Such is the good life. British humor is that which makes life interesting, and suits me well.