It's all about sex

There are currently about 10,000 frogs and toads up on the mountain talking to each other. Today was a reasonably warm day, it's damp out, and they're all trolling for sex.

Presumably with other toads and frogs.

That's what this place is like... endless cycles of sex. In the early spring, it's the amphibians. In June and July, it's half a million lightning bugs. In October, it's hundreds of deer, some of whom run out onto the highway and get nailed by cars in their search for sex. I know: I hit one a couple of years ago, destroying one of my Saabs.

Seems like that's something of a theme in all sex... eventually, you get hit by a car when you're distracted.

On a totally unrelated topic, it occurs to me that the Windows Update cycle of endless meaningless updates that never seem to install quite right are like that old joke...

"Pete and Re-Pete were in a boat. Pete fell out... who was left?

Re-Pete."

Updates are never done... you run one set of inscrutable updates, and then you find that that the system has magically discovered new ones you need, rather than just checking everything at once. You end up rebooting four or five times and still have no real certainty that That Is All.

Still another unrelated topic: Suzanne's NCAA bracket is somewhat less viable now that Kansas is out of it, and I have a couple of sheets that still have a chance, but since I rarely win anything at the college bracket level, I am doing it strictly for amusement purposes. The games are fewer and further-between now, but there's still plenty to watch, and I do.

The ladybugs are out in force. I am not sure if they're looking for sex, but they do tend to be wandering around the house a lot.