Lies, all lies
The potion! It does nothing! I am ill all over again.
Clearly magic can't help me. What I need is rest. But I also have to go to work. And that involves walking. And I can't walk and be in bed at the same time!
Unless...
... THERE WAS A SLEEPING BAG
DESIGNED FOR WALKING IN!!!
And not one of those lame "really just a slightly puffier sweatsuit" pretenders, either.
The copy for this alleges that it is a way to keep safe even if attacked by a bear in your sleep, but I don't know. I sense a correlated increase in the danger of being mistaken for an enemy and kicked to death by a grotesquely swollen, spring-heeled, mushroom-popping plumber.
(Via Kayou da yo ("Yo, it's Tuesday").)
More stuff: Via Roy I learn that "Japan's cherry trees are in danger of being wiped out in a decade unless measures are taken quickly to control a mold attacking them". ("The demise of a national symbol of Japan would disappoint many," the article adds, instantly pulverising all understatementometers within six kilometers.)
It would almost be worth letting all the sakura die, just to see how extreme the very, very last hanami could get.
IbaDaiRon:
"Snekhet Anubis Set weOsiris! Ankhak Imhotep! Ankhak! ... Bismallah, look, Adbul! The mummy has risen! It walks!"
"M-Master, should I extinguish the brazier of tanna leaves? I am frightened!"
"Silence, you fool! Yes, Imhotep, come to me. Yes, give me your hand and I will steady you. Yes, rest it there on my shoulder...er, no, that is my neck! Grlphlthfrk!"