This hit our back window and died in my hands about five minutes afterward. Suck.

Someone has tentatively identified it as a nighthawk.

[edit: The ID has been adjusted -- correctly, I believe -- to be a roughed grouse.]

"You know, that would have been a whole lot sexier if you'd said it without yawning..."

Remember last week when I had to go into town and I got the driving instructions from mapquest and you made me take the GPS as a back-up but then halfway there the GPS is all “Turn left now” and I’m all “No. Mapquest says to go straight” and it’s like “TURN LEFT NOW” and I’m all “No way, bitch” and then she’s all sighing at me like she’s frustrated and she keeps saying “Recalculating” in this really judgey, condescending way and then she’s all “TURN LEFT NOW!” and then I’m all freaked out so I turn left exactly like she says and then she’s all “Recalculating. Recalculating.” and I’m like “I DID EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID TO DO. WHAT’S WITH THE TONE, WHORE?”

Found on some blog.

So I'm in Ohio.