I could be ovine.

Sapient Flatulence.

That's my new name for krasota.

You don't want to know why.

In other news, I don't sleep. Don't know why, don't remember how. Wife has tried to convince me she knows many tricks for inducing sleep, but most involve her sucking on my beard.

I HATE IT WHEN SHE SUCKLES MY BEARD!

Currently, I'm kind of jonesing for flashing white eyes like Ra's in Stargate. That would be cool. And he seems well-rested, which is even cooler.