Deb, the one chuckle I had in the immediate post-9/11 days was from you. Four words: Pentagon. Terrorist pilot. Cthluhlu.

And man oh man, the shit I took for that. Heartless! Tasteless!

I still think an Illuminati reference pretty much summed it up, though. Tekelili!

I didn't mean to bitch and run, I was just supposed to leave work. It's been incredibly frustrating from my dry, safe office trying to get help. I can't imagine the frustration of someone who is trying to get down there with no transportation, no home, no anything trying to get help. Which is honestly why I'm doing the calling for them. It's not something they can't do, but really with all the phone trees and hold and everything, I'm probably better emotionally equipped for it.

Seriously, the lady's daughter, who'd had the card with the PO# on it and lost it was talking about killing herself.

I still didn't get it, but I called her back to let her know that I was leaving, but that I'd be back in the morning and would give it a go then.

And now that I'm home, I get to...sit on hold with the bank because the ATM ate my paycheck.

Deb, the one chuckle I had in the immediate post-9/11 days was from you. Four words: Pentagon. Terrorist pilot. Cthluhlu.

Now I want the Pentagon to start adopting an abstract approach to naming their military operations. I want an Operation Cthulhu, dammit! Or maybe I want to imagine Cthulhu playing Operation. I bet he'd have trouble with all the fiddly work.

Pardon me boy... Is-that-the-Calling-of-Cthulhu? Track 29, madness outside of time...

I didn't mean to bitch and run

Sweetie, you, of all people on this earth right now? May bitch straight into my ear as long, loud and continuous as you like.

The best I was able to do was a bake sale to raise money for Katrina relief. I wish to high heaven there was something a bit more recondite I could pull off.

Pardon me boy... Is-that-the-Calling-of-Cthulhu? Track 29, madness outside of time...

"What the hell do you mean, someone put the Shoggoth in charge of the mopup? Idiot! You KNOW the Elder Gods love meat in a tube, and that's how they see the humans!"

Deb, the one chuckle I had in the immediate post-9/11 days was from you. Four words: Pentagon. Terrorist pilot. Cthluhlu.

And man oh man, the shit I took for that. Heartless! Tasteless!

Heh. Well, everyone's tastes in humor differ. It made me chuckle then, and it makes me snort with laughter now, the idea of the terrorist pilot looking down on the Pentagon, and the last thing he ever sees is a huge tentacle coming straight at him out of the Pentagon's sub-basement.

"What the hell do you mean, someone put the Shoggoth in charge of the mopup? Idiot! You KNOW the Elder Gods love meat in a tube, and that's how they see the humans!"

Just like a cylinder of meat and hair, only crunchy!

I wonder how long it would take battling the Elder Gods before we started considering a candidate's apparent tastiness in election campaigns.

I wonder how long it would take battling the Elder Gods before we started considering a candidate's apparent tastiness in election campaigns.

"What you mean, he threw Trent Lott back? We're doomed!"

Teppy, I'm with you. And right after that, standing in a total whiteout typical San Francisco foggy night, we heard the Golden Gate Bridge was one of the three sites considered at high risk of terrorist attack, and my immediate vision was of two guys in a small boat with a metric shitload of C4, floating around on the Bay, yelping "The Bridge! Where the hell is the Bridge? I KNOW there's a bridge out here! Screw it, let's just bomb the first thing we - AARGH! Alcatraz! WHAM!"

Because there was no damned way anyone in a rowboat with C4 was going to find the damned bridge at night.

edit: and that's me out for the evening. Stay safe, everyone, okay?

t runs with scissors

(aims Aimee at Dick Cheney)