Aside from the pretty, I'm drawn to Prison Break because it seemed easy, and now isn't, an in a Jack Bauerish way, I want to see how he pulls out from his meticulous type A plan and improvises his way out of prison.

I also don't think that good and bad are clearly painted. Sure, there are cartoon villains, but his cellmate isn't one or the other, nor is the leader of the black guys.

His cellmate is also the character that I like the most at this point precisely because he is the only one I can recall as not being all bad/all good.

The shows stretches my plausibility meter in ways I don't like.

My plausibility meter is pretty much broken by Fox. I don't work so much on evaluating the likelihood of events so much as of reactions.

So I walked out of my house this morning and my car wasn't there. A couple quick calls revealed that it wasn't towed by the City of Somerville, but the helpful lady saw that the plates had been run by Boston early this morning, because it had been towed... in Dorchester. Ergo, my car has been stolen.

(Which is annoying because my car is a standard, and a beat-up old 11yo Civic, so if you're going to grab a car, you would think it would be a better one, no?)

Now I have to get on the phone and start things up with the insurance company and find out what shape the car is actually in, and so on. Aaaargh.

Aw, crap, Theo. That really sucks.

That truly does suck.

Things that are a mystery and kinda annoy me:

The cat who bangs on the bedroom door at 5:30, waking me up. The door was wide open.

Same creature has taken to sleeping in an old carrier half filled with old files, in the closet. Which wouldn't be annoying, but I accidentally shut him in this morning. Thankfully, I needed a bandaid, so he isn't still trapped.

They put soap in one of the fountains at a gas station. Piles and piles of foam. Not really annoying, just weird. And why do gas stations have fountains?

People who think they can go straight in a turn lane.

I apparently can't drink from a cup while looking in a mirror. Coffee everywhere. Why.

My curling iron is spontaneously shutting itself off. In five minute intervals.

More as the day develops.

Timelies and gronk again. Couldn't sleep again last night. Went to bed at 10, finally passed out around 2. Ugh.

Ack, Theodosia, that really sucks.

Theo, there's no chance that you have an alternate personality with business in Dorchester?

No?

Okay, that truly sucks.

Poking head to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Lyra Jane's birthday. Happy birthday, Lyra Jane! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

Happy birthday, LJ!

From Reuters:

A magnitude 7.5 quake under Los Angeles could kill as many as 18,000 and cost $250 billion, according to computer models.

Meanwhile, the state's San Andreas fault is seen certain to at some point set off a magnitude 8 quake, possibly more powerful than the quake that destroyed San Francisco in 1906.

That would cut off the water and natural gas flows into Los Angeles, sever road and rail ties and effectively strand a region with 10 times the population of New Orleans, said Lucy Jones, a scientist with the U.S. Geological Survey.

"It is absolutely when and not if," she said, urging residents to take steps now to recognize the risk and prepare. "I'll bet most people in L.A. don't have a store of water."

Am I pessimistic in thinking most people in LA don't live anywhere with storage room for a significant amount of water in that scenario?