from a ways back: I am soooooo jealous of aurelia's Richard Brooks encounter!
Natter 37: Oddly Enough, We've Had This Conversation Before.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I went to a Saturday night special event at the Desert Museum, and saw large exotic evening primroses literally popping open while eager, large sphinx moths flittered nearby trying to get first swig of the nectar. There were also owls and bats (wild) swooping over our heads, and all the inhabitants of Cat Canyon were really active.
I had a great day today. I got to spend time with Aimee (we went shopping) and play with Emma, and then go to a very nice fun dinner with Kat, Lori, ita, Polgara, Allyson, and even Kristen for a little while, then we went back to ita's place and talked and vegged and laughed for a few hours.
Tomorrow should be very fun too.
I just found some photos I took of a roadrunner in New Mexico a few years ago. He's not running, but I always forget how big they are when seen in person and not from a car. Also, not purple.
When I moved away from NM and drove to Los Angeles, I almost hit a roadrunner at the AZ border. I thought it was an omen.
We didn't have Drama Nerds in high school (one of the teachers arranged a play one year, but then he got suspended for an inappropriate comment made to a female student) but I was an Orchestra Nerd, so that's fair. And while there weren't "goths" yet, I was as close as you could get - bought the import albums, had the Halloween parties, etc. I didn't write angsty poetry, and my style was more "punk" but there you are.
We also didn't have Ghetto Gangsta, but we did have Cholo.
I was just thinking, semiotician is a great word.
Why the brouhaha over the patch for GTA seems silly:
I just hit a part in the unpatched game where the protagonist got "invited in for coffee" and he said to the inviter, "I hope you're clean, bitch."
My son ranks me as #1 Mean Mom for not allowing GTA. Oh well. I tell him 35 or married, whichever comes first. But not under my watch.
Spent the evening entertaining BF's cousin and cousin's best friend, and niece-of-cousin, who is seven. Now, folks are slowly waking up and showers will be had, dogs walked and tours given. Later today, Niece gets put on a plane to fly back to New Jersey. I learned a new game from Marin, the 7-year-old, it's called "Sleepover." One hand is flat on the table, palm up, and that's the bed. The other you walk around on two fingers, and that's, of course, you. You do makeovers (this involves making magical hand motions over the other person's hand), dance, and jump on the bed, then one of you gets to say in a loud voice "Quiet down in there!" The whole game is pretty much an excuse to be Mommy and tell people to stop doing whatever they were doing, and then to instantly disobey. I liked it.
My high "prep" score (44%) doesn't surprise me. Even the stoners and loners at my school wore Docksiders and polo shirts.
I'm happy to report that Perkins hasn't broken my wireless network.
If you need to know how to stop her from demolishing your connectivity -- the key is to not let her use it.
I'm assuming that there's no simple way for the owners of the network she is connecting to to track her down physically.
I mean, it's Sunday! Who gets all forensic on Sunday morning?