The big Simi fires had ash falling in Santa Monica. That's how I know these aren't big. Of course, I stayed home for the big fires, so I never had the panicky feeling of seeing hilltops ablaze, and seeing the light and the sky all askew.

Funny thing is, the fires in Jamaica were great. They'd be close enough, in the hills behind us, for us to hear the foliage crackle. But there was no fear any of those times of the fire escaping and covering the sort of distance these do here. Jumping freeways indeed! I wouldn't walk across the 118, or even run.

It was starting to feel a little like the apocalypse during the big fires. I can only imagine how hellish it felt down in San Diego.

Huh -- I don't remember ever seeing her below the waist.

I was thinking of how she looked on Leno the other night.

Where the ass and thigh fairy was pretty obvious.

Jeez. It's hot. (In herrrre.)

It also smells like a campfire.

Oh, I don't watch Leno.

Open container law upheld by MTA:

The MTA left in place an existing ban on open containers and voted in favor of a $25 fine on the activity. The rule only applies to open containers on subways, and does not extend to platforms.

"If you're walking around with a steaming hot coffee on the 5 or the 4 train at 8:30 a.m., I would hope to hell the cop would give you a summons because you have no right to do that. It's not right and it's not courteous to your fellow passengers," said MTA Chairman Peter Kalikow.

Fuckers.

As long as it continues to be as unenforced as it ever was, I don't suppose it'll do any harm, but still. It's the principle of the thing.

Alias-

Personally, I'm annoyed about the chain-yanking involved where Vaughn was concerned. Whoops, big car crash, Vaughn's not moving and is stolen away. Whoops, he just got shot with a machine gun. Again. And again. Hey, he's still alive long enough to do the TV dying breath speech. Wait, he made it to the hospital. Whoops, cardiac arrest. Hey, Vaughn's still there. Whoops, they just threw a sheet over him. And there's the funeral. Guess he's done. For all everyone complained about Charlie's near death on Lost last year, at least it was only one long, drawn out fake out instead of a bunch of little ones followed by "Yup, he sure is dead." It was just a little ridiculous.

Listed at 94 in Santa Monica today. Santa Monica. I'm pretty sure it's the highest prediction of the year. Yay, fall!

Weather.com is telling me that it feels like 80 in my zip code.

I'm now fairly certain that Weather.com has their temperature gauge mounted inside the ice locker at the Coffee Bean.

My sister is having a horrendous day with her asthma - already been to the doctor today - and now a house on her street is on fire. She says that outside it's all smoky, and inside it's like having a big fire in the fireplace - which happens to be one of her big triggers. So some breathing-ma would not go amiss tonight.

Weird, random question, since Word is apparently very confused. Is it "well-being" or "well being" because Word thinks both are wrong and keeps suggesting the other one whenever I change it.