Actually, it's "Re: Your Brains" but as you said. I've previously YSI'd it for friends in my LJ.

There is no day so bad that it cannot be improved by judicious playing of Re: Your Brains.

An update on the mail situation: no, it wasn't stolen. The post office just entirely failed to redeliver it, despite the clear instructions on the printout that said to deliver it at the end of the hold period.

I had to leave the office 90 minutes early for this?

Good news on the no mail theft! Sadly, I never really trust USPS to do what they say they will when it comes to holding or forwarding my mail. It's never worked well in the past.

Glad it was something harmless, if stupid.

So I just learned it was probably good I left my car at the train station last weekend while I was gone. A bunch of cars got defaced with spray paint in the apartment parking lot. Now, mine is black, so would have been less of a temptation than say, the red mercedes or cream PT cruiser (paint was black.) But still. I suspect it is a bunch of teenagers I've heard and seen some nights (the defacement was pretty juvenile, even by spray can bandit standards.) So now going to be a little more suspicious and watch them carefully. And free with the 911. Sigh.

Consuela, it took me weeks to get my mail after I put it on hold for last year's Kenya trip. I was amazed at the hoops I had to jump through to get my stuff.

You're doing okay.

Sara, totally call the cops on the punks.

I don't know if I've ever called 911 for anything other than a car/pedestrian collision.

I've called 911 on two dvs, random fire by the tracks, reeling altered guy...Sadly, I'm familiar with the gig. I'm that neighbor. I've always heard stories of people getting put on hold or in a queue, but I've never had that happen. Just good natured operators. And cops who after dealing with whatever, check on me. I understand they do that because I'm the complainer of record, but it is kind of reassuring. Except when I want to go to bed and I have to wait for them.

Timelies all!

Just got back from seeing/hearing Terry Pratchett speak. He was entertaining as always, and the bookstore waaay underestimated the number of people he'd draw, judging by the number of folks standing.

Hmm. This week's The Unit made me hold my breath. Wasn't expecting that. In a way, it reminded me of an episode of Life On Mars, the one where one of the cops drugs a prisoner because he was following in his superior's footsteps, except his superior wouldn't have gone that far. On Life On Mars, said superior took responsibility for what happened because it was his example. Not sure if that's what's happening/happened on The Unit, but I'm at least glad that Scott Foley's character doesn't seem to be harbouring a grudge against his CO.

What did you think of the school play? Hehehehe.

OK, just because baseball is on instead of Bones does not mean I should watch Jericho. Because it seriously tweaks me. Badly. Really really badly. I can't tell you if the show is good or not because I'm too busy watching horrified and screaming in my head. It's goofy that a scenario I grew up with and lived with and hell, anticipated (morbid child), can now so totally freak me out. The closing sequence of missiles launching just made me shudder.

sarameg, where is Jericho supposed to be? This was the first episode I caught.