When I left the house, the cats were already beginning to slump into melted little sacks of furry protoplasm... and it's only going to get hotter.

And both the bus and the Red Line were conspicuously un-cooled, and even the new-ish Green Line car was warmer than one wants. Work is AC'd, but it's taken me a good half hour to cool down enough to think....

Ack, the CNN breaking news headline is scary enough this morning.

Bush administration official says North Korea has finished fueling a long-range ballistic missile that could reach the U.S., a sign the country could soon test the weapon, The Associated Press reports.

Gosh, I'm sure glad we won the war against dictatorships with weapons of mass destruction, or else we'd be in more trouble than when Bush took office....

Happy Birthday, Plei!

And Dana, may your ankle be strong and flexible and unbroken.

I cannot imagine ever giving my parents a link to my LJ. There's way too much fannish squee and linking to porn in it, although I also do post essays and discussions of books and things.

What about other family members, or face-space friends - do they get free (or more) access to lj/forums/fic/whatever? I mean, parents are quite different, in the level of sharing with them, than other friends, and even other family members, right? Is there an online difference, too?

Please don't be too Mondayed, OK?

When I left the house, the cats were already beginning to slump into melted little sacks of furry protoplasm... and it's only going to get hotter.

Ditto. But I'm told today or tomorrow on the new ac. Hmm. Do I dare dream?

I can imagine my mom blogging, and it would probably be a lot like the lovely emails she sends me which are very old fashioned letter-like, BUT there's this big hurdle known as new computer things. So not holding my breath. Dad just...wouldn't. It's not his style at all. Now my brother, I'd love it if he blogged. He's got such an odd perspective on things, and really seems to find the absurd with alarming regularity. He's one of those people who fits into a lot of very different worlds easily, but at the same time can't really be set into any particular mode. I mean, he's a car racing amateur auto mechanic, a father, a cancer researcher grad student, ex-Army, living in the thick of southern as it gets football NASCAR country of which he is a fan of neither and yet he finds himself being given primo tickets to both and ...it's just the stories he finds when supposedly minding his own business (ha!) are surreal.

Only a few old friends have my LJ link. Most of my realspace friends are work aquaintances, or insufficiently geeky to get into fannish squee. And my LJ is really really fannish--more so than my involvement here on B.org. There's other stuff on it too, but I post a lot of fic and fic recs there, and that's just a whole place I don't want to go to with a lot of people. Especially my family.

I was an idiot once and gave my crush access to lj. Luckily, he's a busy man, but...no. Rather be read by strangers.

Gosh, I'm sure glad we won the war against dictatorships with weapons of mass destruction, or else we'd be in more trouble than when Bush took office....

Theodosia has my brain this morning. Good think I'm not really using it.

I woke up into a migraine this morning.

So I emailed the boss to tell her I'm working from home, and went back to bed. Almost two hours later, still pain. Hmmph.