Leif took that moment to climb onto my back so he could reach the donuts on the counter.

Hee. I think my 10yo would still take this opportunity.

eta: really sorry about the icky coughing stuff, but thanks for the giggle.

Once I had a leg cast (that covered my entire leg) - I was on a bus and I had my leg stretched out in front of me. I had the first forward-facing seat, so my leg sat alongside the last of the sideways-facing seats in front of me.

A kid of about two used my leg in its cast as a step for climbing onto the seat. (Luckily the cast could easily bear his weight.)

Good luck Maria. May it be as easy for you as it was for me.

The relief is like...um...a really, really good feeling. (Can't think of a 'weight off' analogy that quite covers it...I know you know what I mean.)

Poor O. Hugs for everybody, yays for everybody.

I'm cheap. How about you come over and collect it? I could put you up for the night.

You bet, bt. Let me get to work on that ticket....

As for the whole cyberpunk thing, I've heard Stephenson's Cryptonomicon described as cypherpunk, as it's so heavily based on codes, cyphers, and deception in general.

Unfortunately, I don't have any other recs at the moment. I'm still working out the gronk.

I've heard Stephenson's Cryptonomicon described as cypherpunk, as it's so heavily based on codes, cyphers, and deception in general.

Ah yes. Tom is reading this now.

Oh, and YAY NORA!

Congratulations, Nora! Wonderful news.

Maria? I hate the IRS for you. Though I suspect your hot Italian hatred (served cold) might be more effective.

I was just reading about the Chicago judge whose husband and mother were killed by a crazy defendant in the paper this morning and now this Atlanta shooting. How the fuck do you get the gun from the deputy, though? Surely they've got to be trained to prevent that from happening. It's the only gun in the courtroom, so they have to be conscious that it's a possibility.

Which, I confess, I still don't understand. If it's low-tech, how is it cyberpunk?

Tep, I'll throw some cyberpunk into your package from Lee.

Go Aimee! Go Nora!

RAHRAHRAH! SIS BOOM BAH!

They're speculating about how he got the gun. Apparently this was in the old courthouse, which doesn't have holding cells. This judge usually used this courtroom because it's larger. The defendant waits in the jury room and then is taken into the courtroom. They were transitioning from a civil trial to the criminal trial. The deputy whose gun was taken was female and she may have been the only deputy in the room at the time. She was shot in the face, but is expected to survive.

Which, I confess, I still don't understand. If it's low-tech, how is it cyberpunk?

Tep, I'll throw some cyberpunk into your package from Lee.

I also expect cash in large denominations, and a GREAT BIG SHINY GOLD STAR.