Yup, saw. Dazzled by the engineering as an excues?

Works for me.

BTW, alpalca makes lovely scarves. Not as itchy to me as wool (so LOVING the gifts my parents got there. Local watercolors I need to frame, too.)

Plus it is cool to think of the earth just twitching like that.

It totally is. Plate tectonics are cool. Shimmy shimmy co co pop!

A couple of my co-workers were a bit put out that they'd honked at me in traffic and I hadn't looked over.

People tell me every now and then that they saw me and waved from their cars, and I didn't wave back. That's because they didn't swerve their cars in a way that endangered me and thus demanded my attention.

It occurs to me that I never try to get the attention of women I don't know out in public unless it's a customer/staff thing or I'm making small talk with the people next to me while waiting in line. I don't know if that says that guys who do are are doing so out of some (perhaps unconscious) sexually-tinged motive, or just that I'm insular and don't like talking to people I don't know. But hopefully either way it insulates me from creeping anyone out with unwanted attention.

Machu Picchu has ginormous dropoffs?

I read this 3 times before I realized it wasn't about Pokemon.

Plate tectonics are cool.

Shimmy shimmy co co pop!

Oh, man, I would LOVE to go to Macchu Picchu. Must tell parents to put that on my list of Exotic Family Vacations For When We Win The Lottery. (My uncle who apparently Has Money is taking his whole family to a dude ranch this summer. My parents and I were trying to decide what we would do.)

Oooooo! I just rewound my tape of the CBS Early Show and saw Deb's segment. Deb, you were stunning! Was Evangelista as exhausting to be around as it looked on TV?

Afraid I only recognized JZ out of the onlookers though. Did they not show Betsy?

I was there, a peacock-satin-clad sausage next to Hillary (in red).

The earlier talk reminded me of Le Tigre:

Yeah babe, I know I make about twice the money you make, and I'm never called a stupid whore or a flake. And, I don't structure my life around fear of murder dismemberment or rape, but I hardly see what that has to to with our relationship.

Mr. H is a huge teddy bear of a guy, but looks intimidating. He is not one of those who are hyper aware. One of the bars down in Deep Ellum where he used to work was kind of a taco bar that stayed open really late. I was up there visiting, and there really wasn't anyone there except for me and Mr. H. A guy came in, clearly not right, but that's not terribly odd for that part of town. He kept talking like he was really angry with some woman, and kept using "bitch" this and "whore" that. Mr. H didn't understand why I was so freaked out since he clearly wasn't talking to me.

And yeah, of me and my 5 best girlfriends (that's 6 of us) 2 have not been physically sexually molested or assaulted that I know of. I'm sure we've all had men and boys act inappropriately toward us. And with the exception of one of us, we were pretty much all raised middle class white bread suburban children in a mid size city. One girl who used to be in our circle, but is so screwed up it's hard to hang out with her anymore has been assaulted and or raped 3 times that I know of and that's not counting family sexual abuse (not counting because that seems to happen to male children about the same amount).

I just jabbed myself in the thumb hard enough to draw blood AND then broke my glasses.

I think the universe is telling me to crawl into bed with a book.