Sunday afternoon came and went, and I completely blanked on the whole “SDMB Aquarium” thing. Around about six o’clock, I was thinking to myself, “gee, I wish I’d had something to do today,” and then the penny dropped. Actually, it was more like an anvil.
If a Doper could come over here and just give me a hearty smack, I’d really appreciate it. Next DFW Dopefest, I promise I’ll write it down in ten different places and send myself voicemail and email to remind myself. Sheesh.
I was quite disappointed that I didn’t get to meet you, Phouka. Just think–I could have bored two people senseless with useless trivia.
Still, there will be other times, and I have useless trivia for all occasions.
I was rather put out that we couldn’t find the ocelots. I really like ocelots. They’re among the few exceptions to my “(Relatively) small and fuzzy doth not a cute beast make.” rule. I don’t think Zy appreciated my claim that tamarins look like tiny, constipated old men in parkas.
