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.

Kansas, I think. References to Topeka.

Funny thing is, when I was younger, I gobbled up nuclear war shows, books, etc. I could practically quote Sadako. Maybe it was a coping mechanism (but then, I can recall just about every one in detail.) Didn't spin me then. Now I watched because I couldn't turn away because... I don't know why. I coulda watched b-stars dancing, right?

We all have coping mechanisms. A couple of my duty stations stored nukes and I never thought about it while I was there. Only after I transferred, I'd have nightmares about being there when the nukes went off. Brrrr.

Sail, I can see how that would happen. I honestly don't recall having nuke nightmares until fairly recently. Not sure if tv or other stuff is responsible. Once the immediacy has past, maybe?

A few years back, I went out to lunch with a something-removed cousin and her 15 year old daughter who were in DC for, of all things, some academic history thing. We started talking world politics. I was hit with the realization that the USSR was ancient history to the daughter. And yet, I'd been there and was only 7 years older than her (I was her first babysitter, sorta. She was my first babysittee.) She had no idea. She didn't grow up in the Cold War. It was all text in musty old books. And mere years before, my family had looked at a house with a freaking bomb shelter. And while odd, it really wasn't.

My gut level freaks are reserved for that old version, nukes. While horrified by targetted planes and biologics, nukes still command my adrenaline response whatever. Isn't rational, it's emotional.

Made bread today, from a Cook's Illustrated recipe. I have to say, I prefer the Honey Oatmeal recipe that came with the mixer to the oatmeal recipe from CI. It's oatier.

Man, I'd love some homebaked bread. I'm too lazy and know too well if I baked my own bread? I'd eat it all by morning. Me love bread.