Happy birthday Victor!

Happy Birthday, Victor!

Last time I visited my sister, there was a memorial near one of the schools where a child (younger than school age) was hit by a car. She said that the accident had really freaked out the kids at the school, and the memorial seemed to help them.

OK, halfway through the show, this week's TAL is a Buffista smorgasbord: Romance Writers, and transmen. What's next? slashfic?

I thought similarly. And kept driving around neighborhoods near the store I was going to so I could hear the end.

I see a lot of teddybear&flower shrines in certain neighborhoods around here. I'd bet a fair number are not accident, but murders. So. They are about grief &catharsis, and I know in at least one case (the firebombing of the Dawson family) they are also about Something is fucking wrong here and we're here to stand against it . Last I heard, they were talking of turning it into a park, but that won't happen for a while. I think in the wars between communities and the dealers, these shrines turn into more than just grief. They turn into defiance.

In depressing news, my brother just got word that one of his friends from his old unit was killed in Iraq, leaving a wife and 2 year old. He pretty much won't talk about it right now. Damnit. I hope he can make the service.

{{{sarameg's bro}}}

Happy Birthday Victor!

Does anyone have any suggestions for what a mouse might be tempted to eat if peanut butter doesn't do the trick? So far the only thing I know it's gone for is soggy paper sacks at the bottom of a grbage bag.

Matt, my dad always caught them with a little piece of bacon.

Oh, damn, sara.

I saw a guy who looked a hell of a lot like Alan Tudyk today. Could even have been him. I considered yelling "Alan!" to see what'd happen, but, you know, decided to skip it.

I've used uncooked hot wheat cereal and dog kibble, both of which seem to work.

My mom had to be the one to call and tell him. I'm sure it hit town like a storm, because it's the first local casualty. I want to call my brother just to say sorry to hear the news, but I know him well enough. He's going to have to get over being filthy mad before he wants to even mention it. If he were still in Texas, he'd be able to go be mad with his army friends who also knew Joe. But he's not. At least he has PJ. She also knew him.

The mice at work got into an old luna bar I'd forgotten was in my desk. Chewed through the wrapping for that, they did. The peanut butter one.

Happy Victor day!!

Just got back from our company's Consumer Advisory Board meeting. The board has both blind and deaf members and I had to book interpreters and reporters and arrange for dinner for 25 in our conference room, which meant renting linens and china and picking a menu and bringing in food from four different places, plus breakfast and lunch for everyone today. It was a shitload of work but it all went really well and the board applauded me at the end. The owner of the company told me I was the best, so yay me even though I am so tired I can barely move. move.