Hey bt - did you see the link to the Flying Cephalopods of Environmental Apocalypse?

I did. I don't know what point they were making, but whatever it is I approve of it.

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For fuck's sake, can we please talk about Deadwood in the cocksucking Movies or Buffyverse folders or at least somewhere where I don't have to pick through the hundreds or thousands of posts that build up between visits here like fucking Wu's pigs searching for tender meat amongst the goddamn bones of the unfortunate? Or at least where I wouldn't feel as prone to censoring myself, lest I forever find myself on msbelle's potty-mouth list?

That said, Deadwood: Absolutely, Dan and Languishe were correct: the point of the letter was the stance of law and community against that abomination Hearst (and wasn't his tear the evidence that even he is aware of his own inhumanity but refuses to admit it?). Let me be clear here: in Milch's moral universe, Hearst is the libertarian free-marketer, the Ayn Rand fanatic, the opportunistic Cheneys of the world, and that absolute refusal to care about others is evil, which Milch sees as dangerous, sad, and pathetic. The opposite end of this spectrum is occupied by Doc Cochran, easily the most compassionate man on the show (Ellsworth gives him a run for his money sometimes), and Al's awesome speech to him was not out of unconcern, but was instead a brutal message of friendship and solidarity designed to push through the Doc's apparent determination /(borne of his defeatist mentality) to suffer and die alone. Hell, I'm nearly moved to tears and I haven't even mentioned Joanie and Jane, let alone the myriad other blossoms of love from this episode. My immediate reaction was concern because I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, but somehow I had missed all the shoes falling about my head. My favorite is Blazanov: I've been waiting for Al to realize that he is the focus of communication between Hearst and his men for some time, but Blazanov, because of the pogram that drove him to this country, took the fucking initiative out of concern for the community. That gesture was almost as lovely and touching as Bullock's fine letter. End post.

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It feels like it's actually gotten hotter since the sun went down.

Why?

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I wish I could recall the Chicago museum my dad adores ( he grew up in Rockford, and should anyone see the moon model at the science museum there, my dad and his friend Eric made that when they were teenagers.)

Would that be the Museum of Science and Industry? I love that place, too! Being the girl that I am, my favorite exhibit is Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle, the massive dollhouse donated by the silent film actress. But the coal mine and the German U-boat (which has a new home now) are both really cool, as is the Apollo 8 command module and LEM trainer.

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It feels like it's actually gotten hotter since the sun went down.

Why?

the stoopid windgods are mocking us.

I even tried mocking them to no avail

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I need baby bumpers or something. Or, perhaps, to be more careful, but that doesn't seem to be my way.

Right there with you. t shakes head sadly

but fivish-days later bruises are really whacky.

I got those after a spectacularly embarassing trip and fall recently. Didn't really even hurt. No marks. And then a week later? Two bruises that are only now fading. Bodies are freaky.

It feels like it's actually gotten hotter since the sun went down. Why?

A failure to sacrifice to the weather god? It is starting to cool off here. Finally. At 10 at night.

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Time for a Deadwood roundtable at High Hat, Corwood.

Wait for your second kid.

This is my second kid! Her name is going to be Matilda, incidentally. A fact which will no doubt cause great rejoicing in Australia. There may be waltzing.

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::waves to the pretty Cass::

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I made it out of the house! I skipped most of the training I'd have done at krav, and also much of the teaching, but I made it out of the house. Which was sorely needed. There were people, and everything.

Fuck, it's hot out there. No matter how hot and muggy the training rooms got, outside was more oppressive. Instead of opening the doors to let the air in, it was more effective to keep them closed and let the AC do what it could. First time in four years I've seen that, especially in the evenings.

Got a magic-fingered kravver to work my shoulder over. It was kinda numb when he was done, but it feels much improved over recent normal now. Need to slap a lidocaine patch on it before it's all lost.

Matilda Zmayhem! How pretty.

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This is my second kid! Her name is going to be Matilda, incidentally. A fact which will no doubt cause great rejoicing in Australia. There may be waltzing.

We shall no doubt get right on that, after riding our kangaroos to our work of sheep-mustering and croc-wrestling.

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