Oh, Aimee. That just sucks.

In the never-ending saga of the Bitch Who Stole My Shit.... I got 3 more credit cards that I didn't apply for. I called all three to cancel, but only one was open. She charged over $1000 on that card. There's over $1500 on one of the others and over $2000 on the third. I'll call them to cancel tomorrow.

Also, I got a rejection letter from Marshall Field's. I imagine it had to do with opening 4 cards in a 24 hour period! But, I put a fraud alert on my name with them, too.

This is just plain ridiculous.

Damn, ChiKat. That sucks so bad. What a PITA.

Say, anyone want to make a powerpoint? It's real short!

Aimee, I have a big hat in the shape of an ass. Do you have any particular use for it? I believe you do.

Timelies all!

Had a good weekend, aside from getting up at far-too-early'o clock to make the first panel today and yesterday.(And the absurd amounts of rain, but that didn't affect me so much) The con was fun. Bought some books, had some yummy food at both the opening reception and the closing tea, and went to some neat panels.

Aimée, that's insane levels of wrong.

Betcha none of them have their ownes chapter in a book.

True. However, that's not scandalous. Unless you've rewritten the chapter significantly.

Paintballed. Have a headache. But I had one before it started, and neither one has been a migraine. I have a lot of paint to wash out of a lot of things, plus a nifty topping of grime.

Aimee, nobody told me two of my aunts died within a month of each other. One of them lived a half an hour away from me. They were my dad's sisters and by father's family, not so close.

I was sort of pissed off for a while but they didn't even hold funerals for either one of them so I didn't miss anything. Still...they're weird people.

Driving downtown in Memphis is like being in the middle of a George Romero movie—every time I try to turn or cross an intersection I'm blocked by slack-jawed pseudo-cadavers shuffling across my path. The only difference is instead of an urge to eat brains they're motivated by the need to concentrate on their cellphone conversations to the exclusion of any awareness about their surroundings.

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so , no more naked chimmney climbing

Driving downtown in Memphis is like being in the middle of a George Romero movie.

Or like driving in SF. Coming home from Petaluma this afternoon, I thought I had more time before the 101 splits into Route 1 and the so called "101" which takes you through downtown SF before becoming an actual freeway again, so I wasn't in the correct lane to get on the 1.

Normally, on a Sunday that would just mean 20 minutes of extra driving, but being me, I had to pick a Sunday when there was an immigration march in downtown SF.

Most of the bay area is densley populated. there are pockets of country in the middle. these are pictures of the old train journey we took last weekend.

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and some flowers that have volunteered to be in my garden.

xposted with bitches, because I can.