I think we're really getting into personal ethical standards.

My personal ethics are in adopting the rules of the store/community/country when I cross over into it. So personal, yet impersonal.

The line I have a hard time articulating is when it's worth breaking the rule, or trying to change it. Pretty much nothing in gambling is going to make me need to stick it to the man. I have no level of ownership in either a casino or gambling as a whole. Gets much shadier when it comes to countries and communities. But it's easy to do for casinos.

I actually think the former maxim is still endorseable

And impossible.

I do sound quite Manish, don't I? But it's the same thing as our community rules. Someone can swoop in from nowhere and state that they didn't know them, they didn't make them, and most importantly they don't care about them and won't follow them.

And then we boot them.

There's still the shooting in the ass option.

I want someone to count cards, win millions, and then give it all to me. With which I will buy a very large ventilation fan.

Cat has special new expensive, kidney-and-liver-preserving catfood. And OH MY GOD, so far it makes his poop and farts stinkier. I may need a gas mask.

I have taken a bath and am now wearing my oh-so-snuggly, sock-monkey-design flannel pajamas. The BF is on his way home form a night in Palm Springs looking at 2007 cars and he is going to stop and pick up dinner of some sort. Life, she is good.

It is probably a good thing that I don't have the brain configuration to count cards because I would have to use it. I think. It is a dilemma I won't have to confront in this lifetime.

You know, before, when I was startled at the bank Chris Rock was making for Rush Hour 3? I take it back. I have no startle left over after learning that Jennifer Aniston makes $9M a picture.

That is startle draining.

Wow. Ummm, are her movies that successful?

On Invasion, was that deputy who was talking to the sherrif (why is it impossible for that word to look right?) - the same actor that played the soldier on Nip/Tuck this week?

Hey, our replicators are here!

Huh. No one seeked interested in that story when I posted in Bitches last week. I should have quoted.

Fuck fuck fuck. A roach was just on me!! I HATE THAT. I felt a little tickle on my arm, but I thought it was just the cat or something, but then I saw the roach on the sofa next to me, and EW. I womanfully grabbed a napkin and KILLED IT. Just ew, though.

Now I have to finish a paper but I'm all creeped out.