Bummer. Your Arabic postings reminded me of a story I read in John Hockenberry's book about covering something in Iran once. Hockenberry is paralyzed, but still insane enough to be a foreign correspondent and he was there for Khomeni's funeral. So he had Iranians pushing his chair and helping him and still saying "Death to America!" for the cameras.

Strength to you and yours, Zenkitty.

One of his brothers was served with surprise divorce papers, when he got home from work. I'm just sitting here shaking my head.

Good lord. Surprise and divorce are not two words that belong next to each other.

I finished my skirt and it looks pretty decent. I can actually wear it out in public and everything.

That's so cool. I canna sew.

Poor Laura's friend and son (especially son). I'm glad the school stuck to its guns and made the point that the son could handle the address change himself.

She might like to practics "Sallarm-a-lay-cum" (Peace be upon you)

I learned this from Oz.

I am strong and rational.

Go you, with your strong and rational self. And best of -ma in dealing with the details you need to get done. It will happen.

Observation: People at this library do not understand the whole idea of SILENCE. What the hell?

OZ...yeah. Brother Salim was always kind of a favorite of mine.(of the guys inside...I *am* such a McManus that outside the cellblock he got most of my attention.)ETA: Because he was such a hard-working, liberal, people-believing kind of fella, though I never got laid during a riot. Yet. All manner of -ma to Fay. Happy Father's day to those celebrating.

We always use moves as a chance to shed stuff. It feels bad beforehand, but it's fine after.

If I go hang laundry out on the line, then I can go back to bed, or have brownies or something really good, right?

We always use moves as a chance to shed stuff. It feels bad beforehand, but it's fine after.

My grandfather used to say, "Three moves is as good as a fire." Having to weed out books is no fun.

JenP, I think the concept of silence in the library went the way of corporal punishment in the classroom in the '70s.

Fay, much beauracracy~ma to you. Dress regal; they'll think you're a celebrity and you'll get it done in no time.

Went to a Father's Day brunch with the family and dad this morning. My daughter had me pick her up because she was hung over and wasn't sure she could drive. Hee, first real night in her new apartment and a bunch of her friends are in the same complex or just up the road. Par-tay!

JenP, I think the concept of silence in the library went the way of corporal punishment in the classroom in the '70s

I think you may be right. I miss the silence! (Not the other thing so much.) Although, to be fair, a lot of people are being nice and quiet; it just makes the others so much more noticeable in their not-quietness.

My library is not so quiet either. Not bad, but not quiet. The new library is like one large open multi story space with too many hard surfaces. It sounds very hollow and empty. I can't get comfy there.

{{Sail's daughter's head}} I hate hangovers. Thankfully it has been quite a long time since I had one. Where Brendon plays pool they know to bring me a large glass of water with each glass of wine. I find it helps to not drink wine to quench thirst.

Yes. I don't need to spend that much money. I have read them already. I do not go back and reread them every day, or every week, or every month. I do not need them. I like them, I want them, but actually I don't need them. And I really don't need to spend hundreds of pounds sterling on moving something I don't use on a regular basis.

This would earn you a look of utter confusion from Jilli. Your words do not match our Earth Logic.

ION, Me & Jilli went to the Science Fiction Hall of Fame awards last night, chiefly because the Master of Ceremonies was Neil Gaiman. Yes, we had a couple of conversations with the man during the evening, he was well-rested which was a nice change from when we see him on signing tours. Of course, the only reason he was well rested was because he'd been in bed for the previous week with tonsillitis. Yup, he never learns how to actually take time off...

Anyway, he was delightful company as ever, insisted on giving Jilli a hug when he first ran into her, actually remembered my name (trust me, I'm often Mr. Jilli to a lot of folks even in Seattle *sigh*) and we got a couple of photos. We'll see about getting those up somewhere soon.

Kitties are seemingly well-adjusted. The smaller one, Ruthven, will often cough really hard when he moves after being settled for awhile. We suspect a hairball he's having trouble shifting but we're watching it closely. Trinian continues to bristle & hiss from the other side of the door. Tzepesh is his usual unflustered, exuberant self. We're starting to prep the rest of the house for when we let loose the kitties in the very near future.

As for when the kitties meet, out vet advises us not to interfere and let them sort it out but I fear that Trinian's brain of very small size will just make her a very vicious being. I'm a tad concerned to say the least.