We need a Buffista holiday to celebrate the festival of Shrift.
Ahem. [link]
And yes, Shrift does need to GET OUT of Michigan. She knows I have a futon for her, and room in my garage for her stuff, if she wants to try the Bay Area.
I miss the Buffistas, especially today, which was just too boring for words. Remind me of this week the next time I work until midnight, okay? Deadlines aren't always a bad thing.
Here's a controversial article from the NY Times about the sex slave trade. It's pretty stomach turning.
[link]
For the second time in two weeks I came across a brown recluse spider in the open in my apartment. Tomorrow I'll have to find out whether the apartment complex management pays for an exterminator, or I do.
At least this time I was able to get a few pictures: [link]
Gud: I find myself trying to support arguments in a TV show versus arguments in
The Times.
In
The Wire,
the Borscht Ladies were represented as being persons who "bought in."
(Robin: Yes. The real world differs from the world found on
The Wire.)
For the record:
Slavery? Bad!
Sexual or otherwise? Bad!
OC:
Dude. They killed Caleb. I liked Caleb in all his eviltude and his & Julie's disaster. Dude.
Not happy about this.
And oh lord, the previews. Looks like
ita (or was it Kat) gets to see her pretty chapel again.
OC people: Do not highlight the sarameg whiteage.
Too late?
Rats!
Either I have a bug, or I have a mouse. Not going to check just yet.
For the record? The suicidal mouse carcass is still out on the grass. Since the local feral population is not eating it, I am assuming it might have ingested something. Thank god my beasties are ok.
I
so
want one of these: [link] (This is a New York Times article, so here's bugmenot [link] ). You can walk them with leashes and they like water. A bit big, but you can't have everything. Of course, I can't come close to affording, and it would probably eat the cats for a snack...