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?

I'm pretty sure Goths hadn't been invited when I went to high school -- well, you know what I mean. Even punks were a new development. We did have hippies, though!

Excuse me while I go feel old....

I was outta HS in 72. No Goth, Ghetto, Punk in my memory. The divide seemed to be the stoners and jocks. There were some drama nerds, loners, and geeks in the mix too. Of course, my memories of HS are hazy due in large part to being 100% stoner. Yet I ranked 88% Punk/Rebel on the survey.

Roadrunners come up on my parent's porch, perch on the iron table there, and taunt the cats through the dining room windows. They ar really prehistoric looking.

Gearing up to go running around again. Got crazy errands accomplished yesterday, then got a phone call from a friend asking to crash here on her way back to Philly. So of COURSE. She got here late and had to leave at 10, but we got a couple hours of good catching up happening. It was nice.

A couple years ago, she bought what I will now think of as the Adventure House. It's 100 years old, 2700 sq ft and has been converted from single family, to apartments, to boarding house, to double family to roomers again. So it is crazy. She's knocked out walls to discover they put them up over carpet! The kitchen is on the second floor. She's removed 10 layers of paint from a closet door. They've replaced the roof. I mean, she knew they were taking on a challenge, but OMG.

Now I have to go get wedding gifts and coins and catfood and at some point, I REALLY need to vacuum.