Hello. I am back from a day of krav. My stomach hurts like a bitch and my knee is under ice.

I am 45 minutes into a video skype with my sister wherein I seem to have volunteered myself to redraft a map for a biathlon she's organising.

Tummy hurts.

But I need 'za. Luckily I can order that online as I sit here looking at the back of my sister's head as she scans on the other computer.

Awesome, lisah! I'm kinda embarrassed I don't get to more of your shows, but I'm kinda a hermit.

I'm kinda afeared of video "calls." Cause while I have no problem wandering around, doing unnoisy chores while on the phone, I think a camera would paralyze me. Even with people who are used to me.

This is my sister, so no biggie.

Now she's on the phone with the co-organiser of the race. It's in a couple weeks, the extant map is crap, and they're not even totally sure of the route.

Does the other organizer have a vested interest in stray runners getting separated from the herd and becoming easy pickings?

Even with my brother, who I'm probably most relaxed with, I can't see it. I totally freaked the other day when I went into the ops room and there was consulting coworker, his head the size of a bear, on the projection screen. He videos in (is that the term? I don't know) on a regular basis. So hours and hours of Finn's head. If you sit in front of the machine with the camera, you can interact with him, but I was in there to use the other computer. I was tempted to go over and say hi so he wouldn't pick his nose or anything weird, but decided that would be even weirder. It's so voyeuristic to me. It felt illicit, even if it was just watching Finn making faces as he wrote code. I can't imagine agreeing to do that. I'd have a postit over the camera 100% of the unplanned time.

Dear Upstairs Neighbor,

I know, I know. It's Friday night, right at the party hour, and it's fun to blast your big speakers. Doesn't mean it annoys me any less. Unless you're built like a brick... thing, and are going to invite me up to show me your big TV, before whisking me off my feet with your knowledge of ME shows and witty repartee, SHUT IT.

no love, me

Does the other organizer have a vested interest in stray runners getting separated from the herd and becoming easy pickings?

It's remarkably scattered. She's on the phone with him again, but at least we have a good map.

Hey! Now we're using Google Earth to verify some unnamed streets.

Hey, I had beer at work!

Unrelated, err, what's the Dewey D. for non-fiction collections about ghost stories and such.

Hooray, beer!

I could go look up the Dewey D, maybe.

Totally hooray beer.

My sister wouldn't have to call for more details if she'd gone on the walkabout--because she was home mainlining the BSG marathon.