I lost myself in a familiar song...
*

Oh Brad Delp. It is vaguely shameful to me that my conversation about you earlier today was:

"Oh man, did you read that the singer from Boston died?"
"Yeah. ...sad. I really appreciated his work in guitar hero."
"D'oh.  ...me too!" 
 
 
*So perhaps you're thinking what a dinosaur packing his bag 
has to do with the untimely departure of a musician?
(Which is silly, because it presupposes a rhyme or reason to anything here... 
but of course sometimes there is:)
 
The dinosaur depicted is "Mitchell" from the title "Mitchell is Moving"
which either my parents or the parents of the kid down the street gave to me
when I was 4 so I would be able to cope with their moving.
Basically this book gets whipped out whenever there are ch-ch-ch-ch-changes. 
The irony of the book choice is that the synopsis is:
" A dinosaur's exuberance about moving cools considerably
when he realizes how much he misses his next-door friend,"
which ***spoiler alert*** resolves itself when 
his next-door friend moves to once again live next door;
which was not an option for a 4 year old me. 
And remains a not really viable solution for a (4+n) year old me.
Of course back then, that led to the unfortunately unforgettable 
(due to amused witnesses) lamentation:
"NOW I CAN'T HAVE CHILDREN!"
(Which I'm pretty sure still I can. tick tock tick tock tick tock...just kidding! ...sort of!)
 
Anyhow, a quick re-read reminds me that the book did attempt to teach me 
about the oblivious tendencies of the opposite dino-sex.
Which I suppose was also a decent message to give
 to 4 year old me to extrapolate as necessary.
Of course, I haven't met any dinosaurs so I don't know that I can apply it to MY life.
heee. 

...also "I like, like, like you" will generally be insufficent to effect any action.
I reject your reality and substitute my own!
You can just call me...Gaius Baltar.