Well. That is fancy pants. And in true Schmeon fashion, I should analyze it and figure out what the hell the cosmos is trying to tell me - but I'd much rather peel the skin off my nose and navigate this mother towards the North Pole.
In related news, I told many employers that I was practically fluent in French and German (practically fluent in every way), and Shaba just told me that Dr. Seuss went to Oxford. I also watched Amelie for the first time last night, and what a fantastically delightful film.
It's off to find some sort of stinkbomb job... la vie est gentile.