Hot Enough for Ya?

I'd like to write something really insightful and intelligent here today, but I made the mistake of going out for a walk earlier this afternoon and completely fried my brain. Physically, I mean.[*] Like an egg on a griddle. Man, you gotta love New Mexico in the summer. The good news is, I hang the laundry out on the line, and it's dry fifteen minutes later. The bad news is, you walk outside and -- bam! -- you're instantly microwaved.

So, anyway, I'm afraid there's nothing to see here today. Come back tomorrow, after I've cooled off some.

[*]There's a Farscape reference waiting to be made at this point, but I was talking to my sister on the phone earlier, and, being the perceptive person she is, she informed me that "You're way too obsessed with Farscape." And I started thinking, yeah, there are lots of other things I could be talking about here other than Farscape. (Like Buffy, as soon as I get my replacement discs.) So I'm not going to mention it. See?