Expecting double post...

Aggressively microplane the inner thigh.

And do you know, I almost just typed, "Bet ita could," in response to the zester question.

I am watching Atomic Train on Sci-fi. It's oddly engaging because of the people in it. But I shold stop, since I won't be able to watch the whole thing.

Sparky, thanks. The Boston Globe [link] says there are actually six suspects--four Chinese Nationals and two Iraqis, and that they're headed to New York and Boston. But it's only based on one source. Our governor was in DC for the inauguration hoohaa, but is coming home, instead. There seem to be differing reports, and I guess the Boston Mayor (who is no silver tongued devil) basically said nothing, but talked a long time, and probably mangled a good many words in the process.

Dirty bomb is, of course, one of the things I half heard.

I think this may mean I'm a horrible person, but the fact that my street is now a sheet of ice and my car is a complete terror to drive in any kind of weather makes me think the nice people should come deliver food to me.

(If I were a good person, I would say that they should stay home and stay safe themselves. But no.)

amych, a good tip will magically turn you a good person.

I've used Sawall's many times working in theatre. They are great. I've chopped ibeams in half with them. I've also chopped an old caddilac in half with one. You may go through a few blades, but they will cut through damned near anything.

If I were a good person, I would say that they should stay home and stay safe themselves. But no.

Hopefully, they have safe-in-snow cars. So there's still snow up there? It's all melted down here. I'm feeling less confident about tomorrow's commute.

amych, yours is a very normal reaction. I drove pizzas for Domino's when I was in college in Colorado Springs, and when the weather turned bad we would get a tremendous rush of business. Then when the weather turned really nasty the calls would drop off sharply, and two customers out of three would either apologize for "making" us get out in the bad weather or ask us "how bad is it, really?" Tips went up dramatically when the weather got that bad. Drivers with 4wd vehicles earned an extra percentage from the store when the "bad weather" rules went into effect, so after some snow storms I remember going home with a couple hundred dollars cash from tips and "mileage."

As a theatre major, I had to learn to use ALL the tools in Tech theatre. Since I primarily sew now, I am not sure I could use anything but the most basic anymore.

Also, I am so hyperaware of the "discrimination" against costumes in theatre that I am now retroactively angry that I had to learn all the basics of sound, light and set building, but no one else had to learn to use a sewing machine!

I am also retroactively depressed about my life, as I just read a a beautiful essay that I had written circa 1997 about why I wanted to be a director when I was applying for a position to direct community theatre. I had such passion, commitment and brains. Now all my creativity is just being eaten by my day job. I use my brain to make sure my boss and her husband get dinner and we have enough post-it notes to last us through the crisis. I can't even be sure I want to quit and go to grad school, because my brain is so dry in the creative area that all I can do is knit scarves.

At my last job, whenever the weather would be bad (heavy rain, most often), we'd order lunch in. That delivery guy LOVED us, because we always felt so bad.