'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Speaking of names, my mother emailed me (and my sister, brother and husband) last night to suggest we name the Armadillo after my father. Whom she divorced acrimoniously in 1982, and with whom neither I nor any of my siblings has a close, or in some cases even good/any relationship, and who had a name I wouldn't wish on my kid (Toby). AND whose name would clash horribly with the Armadillo's last name.
My mother is nuts.
Not for the first time, flea, your mother is insane.
Wow, flea, that is weird!
Mothers tend to be nuts, don't they?
A conciliatory move, or something? An attempt, even without involving him in person, to include him in the family?
Dude, maybe this story has already been posted, but whoa...
The AP has a video of the briefing about Katrina that Bush listened to, and he tells the local officials that the feds will be there for them right away. I supposed he probably believed that, but he sure as heck didn't do anything to make it happen. Also, Mike Brown doesn't seem as clueless as he has been made out to be.
I haven't seen much about this story in the regular news, but then my news in mostly cnn.com and I might have just missed it.
Seeing the video is more of a whoa factor than reading about it. They knew the levees were in trouble and they knew that the superdome was likely to become a secondary disaster.
I think of my mother as really nice, but surprisingly formidable. Not nuts at all. I'm not sure what to make of fleaMom's suggestion.
My suspicion is she still feels guilty about the divorce, and the kids' resulting distant relationships (though in fact those are my father's fault and not the fault of the divorce - we lived with him 3 months a year until age 18).
Or, you know, she could be nuts, which has other points backing it up.
So we sent a client some new progams and SQL scripts, etc. The client called and said the script was erroring. My boss spent an hour trying to figure out what was wrong. I came over, and after ten seconds of looking at the script made a guess what the problem was. My boss dismissed my guess, but it turned out to be right. Yay team me!
Oh, I love moments like that, tommyrot. (Rare though they are for me.)