Nope! This is a brand new camera that is being meticulously kept ouf her hands and mouth. Mostly.

Meanwhile, a nearby druid, Merrick Al’Tranga, senses a disturbance in the balance of nature.

"A bear," posited Merrick, "is shitting not in its beloved woods. Alack!"

I caught up!

But I forgot all the things I was thinking as I was reading along (I didn't keep notes because, honestly, I didn't think I would ever catch up and be able to post) so that's all I got.

Oh, except, I very well may be stealing internet connectivity from the DAR.

Scrolling through the TiVo descriptions this morning, JZ and I spotted the western Savage Pampas set in Argentina. There was a gaucho gang.

See, what I want to see is Savage Pampers featuring a vicious baby gang. But I'm very strange. And you all already knew that, I'm sure.

See, what I want to see is Savage Pampers featuring a vicious baby gang. But I'm very strange. And you all already knew that, I'm sure.

No Savage Pampers as yet, but there was a lovely late-30s movie whose title I now forget that looked like a wonderful mashup of every single movie convention in existence at the time. Cowboys, a dude ranch, gangsters, a gun moll, and musical numbers! All it lacked was a gang of sassy little kids and a cute puppy!

Were the cowboys all midgets?

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Midget singing cowboys saving the gun moll from the gangsters definitely would have made it an epic tale for the ages, but, alas, it looked like the singing cowboys were standard size. Possibly one was Gene Autrey. I hadn't fully processed my morning coffee when I saw the listing, so it's all a bit blurry.

hoo boy, I emailed my friend S. who moved in to our house on Sunday. I don't know if I mentioned it here, but she was talking about staying with us until she had gotten together enough money for a down payment on a condo. Which, considering her massive debt, plans to buy a new car, and low-paying job, would be a loooooooong time. So before she buys a Brand!New!Car! I felt like I had to tell her that honestly, the expectation is that she will have her own place by the end of the year.

I feel like a horrible, horrible person, even though my brain tells me that I'm not. She's just been so kicked around by life, and I hate to add to it... but I can't live with her for that long, I simply can't. It would absolutely kill our friendship and I could never relax in my home again.

I did apologise for not being explicit from the start what the offer actually entailed.

So, I sent the email and now I'm all anxious about it.

It's a good thing to get explicitly stated, Nora. I'm sorry you are anxious about it, and I hope you don't need to be.

{{{Nora}}} You are being very generous by giving her several months to get on her feet.