Ayez un voyage merveilleux au Kenya ita.
Mal ,'The Train Job'
Natter .38 Special
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.
Oooh, I know what Annabel is getting for Christmas (once she turns 3). [link]
yes, it was messy. I cleaned up last night with rubbing alcohol and ammonia.
I'm starting to wonder if the reason for the slow FEMA response had to do with Michael Brown's stapler being encased in Jello.
Michael Brown Investigates!
Did not win the raffle on tickets.
More pressingly, I'm getting really freaked out about the apartment search. I call a broker and they do not return my call-- not sure if I want to call them over and over if they're not going to return calls in the first place?
I really want to get Leif a viking helmet for Christmas.
You know, I think I've spewed most of my rage about the Katrina mess and can only shake my head sadly as the next layer of incompetence and dishonesty is revealed. I mean, I'm glad the media is doing it's job and uncovering all this stuff, but I've lost all capacity to become any angrier at this administration than I already am. (Of course, I probably shouldn't say this or they'll manage to do something even more boneheaded and tragic to test that.)
So, coming back from lunch I passed the local police arresting a pair of 12-year old girls. Judging by the huge crowd of 12-year olds around them, I can only imagine it was an afterschool fight. Still, I can't remember anyone ever being arrested for fighting when I was going through school, so the mind boggles a bit.
In first-world issues, I still have not heard from the local dispatch office or technician despite several calls to Comcast. This is just dumb. I have a feeling I'm going to come home to a dozen messages on my machine.
Can someone tell my father that if "Call me back as SOON as you get a chance -- I need to know when you're in town so I can come visit!" will do, don't leave two messages like "Call me back immediately. On my cell. It's urgent."
Back when I first got my pager for work and was still living at home, my dad paged me with our home number followed by 911. Not having a cellphone, I raced home, wondering what terrible thing had happened, to discover one of my cousins had dropped by and was looking for me. It's probably the closest I've ever come to yelling at my father.
A nurse just came by and dropped off more donations: 120 diapers, a huge box of wipes, Pedialyte, packages of new socks and underwear, a huge bag of soaps and shampoos and stuff. Yay! Clothes are all donated to a shelter that wants them, and now there's just all the non-clothing supplies to bundle up and send. Fuck you all, Useless Brown and Evil Chertoff and Cheney's Puppet.
bon, you need the broker. unfortunately, they do not need you. The market here always sucks for the apartment hunters, and we always have to pursue the brokers.
Now who's playing The Blame Game TM
Oh yeah, when the board was swallowing posts it ate mine about playing The Blame Game, but that it should be a board game with a spinner with a pointing finger and that you'd accrue points by re-blaming somebody else and occasionally you'd have to hold a press conference and be completely unaccountable.