Why am I awake?

Once I was walking in Evanston when I heard a loud boom (it sounded like a cannon going off). I turned around to see a small Toyota spinning in circles, as it had just been hit by an Explorer (the Toyota had run a light). There were four people in the Toyota - all were injured, but all were ambulatory. A boy was bleeding from the head.

The Explorer had a small dent on its fender - the driver was uninjured.

Seeing that made me paranoid about small cars.

It's a Sunday--unless you're Tom Scola, you don't have to work today! Of course, this means that my sleeping pattern is in its usual screwed up mode so I'll be exhausted at work on Monday, but I'm used to that by now.

I can't stop playing Bejeweled--I'll be hearing "Go!" and "Level Up!" in my sleep.

It's a Sunday--unless you're Tom Scola, you don't have to work today!

Ahem.

(Not here, really. No, really. But sending sleep~ma from far-far-away to all who wants them.)

Hi, Nilly!! I was thinking about weekend, and was being all American-biased. I really should know better, especially around here!

(I love the fact that we have people from all over the world here, and should never presume otherwise when posting.)

And now I'm finally getting tired, so I guess I'll be turning in. Good night (well, early morning here--good afternoon, Nilly!), all!

Night, Kathy!

American here, and I've got work to do later on today. Not enough to warrant driving in to the office, though.

My BOOM story occurred when I was about 12, and some kids missed the curve and plowed into our neighbor's HOUSE, leaving great tracks across our front yard. Nobody hurt, surprisingly - the kids were able to get out and flee (which, why bother? It wasn't a stolen car or anything, and there's no running away from that kind of boo-boo). The house and the car were hurt, of course. Neighbors got a new living room.

My BOOM story

It occurs to me that today is the sixth anniversary of my BOOM story. Although, there really wasn't much of a boom. I was sitting in the living room of my old apartment watching television that night, when I noticed a car turn around in our driveway. Shrug. Then another car turned around in our driveway, and another, and another... My curiosity was piqued, so I took a look through the window blinds, and discovered that the apartment house down the road (our next door neighbor out there in the turf fields) was surrounded by fire trucks (which had blocked the road, which is why everyone was turning around). I put on a coat and walked over to watch. For awhile it looked like they had gotten it under control, but then the fire got into the walls, and the place went up like a tinder box. At the time, it was the oldest building in Slocum, built in the 1840's, so it was made of old, well-dried wood. (After it was gone, my landlady's house became the oldest building in Slocum.)

It turned out that the fire was started by one tenants' kids playing with matches.

It's still snowing, although there's not much accumulation yet, and it's windy as all get out here.

We've got about a foot of snow on the ground, and it's still snowing hard, so will get a bunch more. There was some thunder and lightning before.

I still have to go into work later.

I just watched the Stephen & the Colberts video linked above -- not that I haven't watched it on my TiVo at least twice already -- and have to report it's a fine way to start the day.

Snowing here, somewhat horizontally at times. Channel 4's "First Alert Xtreme Team" is on the TV, so I can watch their meteorologists and beat reports trying to stand up in the snow. Better you than me, guys!