A Herp-a-Derp

Saw a new book today. Something about a sexy scientist who was run out of a secret government bioweapon program tasked by the president to spelunk own some hole with a crash but handsome military operative to find the cure to a horrible mistake. It's called The Dead Zone and it's by James M. Tabor.

For whatever reason, this resulted in my brain going "A herp derp derp" for about four hours. Point of order:

Sadly, this was not the end of my work day.

I'm almost sorry you had to be a part of this. Except I'm not. I did this to you. I wasted your time by wasting vastly more of mine. Internet powers, activate.