Thank goodness, Heather.

Re: crying at movies. I unabashedly will quietly weep in a theatre. It's dark, so I don't worry about people looking at me--or even walking out puffy-eyed. Once while watching Grave of the Fireflies at an anime film festival, three Japanese girls in front of me were SOBBING and weeping at the end of the film. Needless to say, that film is sob worthy.

I'm awake, and not happy about it, since I don't need to be awake and my neighbors suck donkeyass, but now I think I may imitate shrift and drive really fast to where there are donuts and coffee.

This may require pants, but I think I can find some.

The evacuation of the Superdome is on hold because some asswipe is SHOOTING at a helicopter trying to airlift people out.

Not really, because they only seem to come in donut flavors, at least the ones I've seen. The texture is more donutty, too.

Really? Because they are very muffin-y muffin flavours where I've seen them. (Which, around here, is almost every block.) Now, I'm going to have to investigate Tim's in the US. I sense a road trip!

The evacuation of the Superdome is on hold because some asswipe is SHOOTING at a helicopter trying to airlift people out.

What is wrong with people???

OK, I think we should take the guns away from the crazy people....

There's a guy who has stayed in NOLA, on the 10th (11th? a high one) floor of an office building in the central business district -- he's got a small group of people with him, a generator, and -- somehow -- enough supplies for them to hunker down. He's been running a webcam out the window, and is posting several updates a day on his blog: [link]

It's really, really interesting reading.

Wow. High-rise survivalists.

Wow. High-rise survivalists.

Seriously, his blog is really, really interesting.

Seriously, his blog is really, really interesting.

Yeah, I've been reading it after I posted that. Wow. If society ever collapses, the info in that blog will be very useful.