I totally called it. Yes, I did. Last month, in this post, when I said:
In later years I wondered why he didn't just freeze the goat semen and ship it Fedex to Cali, but he didn't, and now I have this great anecdote, and, as an added bonus, will probably see "frozen goat semen" show up as a search string for hits on my blog, which will totally reaffirm my belief in the weirdness of the Internet.
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I'm still working on the story of my Friday the 13th trip to Ithaca to meet up with Mrs. G. and Gary. Stay tuned for my next post featuring me getting lost in Hamilton, trying not to be snarky to border guards, and escaping a zombie apocalypse!!!
(OK, so there was no zombie apocalypse. I just want it to sound exciting.)
(But there were Timmy's coffee shops in New York (!), which, while not technically as exciting as a zombie apocalypse, was pretty exciting to me.)