Random creatures

Somebody over on metaquotes speculated that reincarnation works completely at random--like, you just wind up in whatever body is available at the moment. For some reason, I like that better than the idea of karma. Obviates the need for a purpose or an end or anything.

In completely unrelated news, there's a daddy-long-legs or some very similar sort of spider hanging out in a corner of my bedroom, hunched over a trussed-up bundle that looks for all the world like...another spider. One of the medium-sized, crawly kind. I had no idea different species of spider actually preyed on each other. For some reason I'm obscurely happy; while I don't much care for either kind of spider, I find the spindly ones less threatening somehow and thus am pleased at this one's triumph over one of the scary ones. Then again, if I knew which kind it is that keeps biting me in my sleep, I might have to revise that opinion.

Happy returns

My birthday celebration seems to have begun a week early this year. joedecker gives very spiffy presents, I must say. And I don't just mean the immaterial sort. *prrrrrrr*

(Yes, I'm being vague. But this is less cryptic than I've been in the past. And anyone who asks for details will probably get them.)