

I dreamed my small elderly terrier jumped into a wide stream and sank to the bottom and didn’t come up as soon as I expected him to. I jumped in, found him tangled in water weeds at the bottom, and pulled him out. I held him upside down to let water stream out of him. He coughed up a silver-green frog.
My dog IRL hates water.

Someone asks “what’s up?”
Answer: “the cross-product of forward and left”
(the popularity of this joke in engineering school trained me to never ask “what’s up?”)