Cash, I know.
OTOH of my fucking teenager rant, I have to remember visiting msbelle. At a station, there was a hoard of what I guess was PeeWee football players. They were LOUD. And chanting. And we prayed they wouldn't get on our car. Of course, they did. And they were kids, but they were really, really funny and well behaved and policed carefully by their mentor or coach and their peers. They were fun to watch.
So not home until 9:30, but I put the jack-o-lantern and trick or treat signs on my door and I have the Little Debbie cakes ready.
Poor msbelle. May you have some late torters.
Posted wrongly elsewhere:
Ok, thanks to you people, I just saw
the Unit go sorta all 1944 slashy.
Well, not really. There was little subtext and all text, but I do wonder about the viewing public.
Oh, dear. Kirk, Spock, and Chekov are hawking Direct TV now. Eh, more power to 'em. Movie money, ad money - it's all green. Or, probably electronically deposited. Whatever.
Dude, House
got busted for drugs!
Awesome!
I knew I'd regret not playing with my vcr.
DUDE! Love the whitefont.
Forgot about new House tonight. But the whitefont is excellent.
We have had
one
trick-or-treater, so far. I mean, I'm sure there were more who came up and snagged candy from the bowl that was on the porch while Pete was picking me up from the bus stop, but I've only seen one kidlet since getting home. Hmmph.