I called on a client today in downtown San Francisco. I had to register with security in the lobby of their building before I could get upstairs. I signed in, a guard handed me a visitor’s badge, and I headed for the elevators. The guard turned back to his newspaper, and then turned to his partner and asked “Norwegian Saint - four letters”. Almost as a reflex, and without breaking stride, I glanced back and said “St. Olaf“. The guard smiled and nodded, and then I got on the elevator. I have no idea why I remembered that, but I did. It’s funny how something like that will pop into my head instantly, quite unbidden, while I have a really hard time remembering things like how old I am, or the names or faces of people I’ve actually met. Brains are a funny sort of pudding.
No massive blog entry tonight - too much work to do. But one thing I never got around to posting is that Emylene slaapt me upside the head, and told me that it’s spelled “slaapt“, not “schlapt“. So while I know about a Norwegian king or two, my spelling (at least of Dutch) is tearrible. The only good to come of my ignorance is that this site is (at least for now) the top-ranked Google web search result for “schlapt” (although Google does ask you if you didn’t really mean to search on “schlept”). Why do I find that so cool? 
Not that I don’t secretly lust after Blossom and all, making every trip to your blog a pornucopia of illicit joy..but..is there an image I should be seeing that’s not making it? A lot?
Or are you just indulging my fetish for under-age cartoon characters?