Oh, dammit!

On Sunday, April 29th at 9:30am, there is a severe traffic alert for the MacArthur Maze in Oakland. The westbound I-80 to southbound I-880 and eastbound I-80 to eastbound I-580 connector ramps remain closed until further notice. There is no estimated time of reopening the ramps.

That's my route home from SF! What a mess this is going to be. It's fucked up BOTH WAYS. I have an off-site Tuesday and Wednesday in the city.

Oh for fuck's sake. Don't gimme a lecture about the worth of a human life.

Hec, I know you're worked up, but that's no reason to snap at Sparky.

Thanks, Sail -- I'm thinking we'll have a lot of fun in the company of the Baltimore 'fistas and at the match. Sorry about your daughter's team's loss -- sounds like a heartbreaker. I do, however, remember some of the pics you posted of the remarkable bruises your daughter had so when you say "duked it out" I shudder to think!

Well, it's kind of you. I know that my wee sister and my parents will be gutted if and when they find out, because none of them like tattoos AT ALL (although I have some hopes that they may come around to seeing that it's a very pretty thing after all). My best friends are REALLY not keen on tattoos either.

My best friend's reaction to me getting a tattoo was, "It's pretty, but WHY would you want to DO that to yourself???"

My mother CRIED when my brother got his first tattoo. Suffice it to say that, although she too thinks my tat is pretty, she also thinks I desecrated my body.

And also - I can't think of the last time I considered any part of my body beautiful. I mostly just try to ignore it. I really like the idea of having something beautiful on my skin - even if nobody but me and the cat ever see it.

I totally get this. I mean, we all disagree with you, because you are *luscious,* but I totally get what you're saying. (Because, although it hasn't been pointed out in quite some time, I am Fay.)

Oh for fuck's sake. Don't gimme a lecture about the worth of a human life.

She didn't; she posted one sentence -- one I was thinking, honestly.

Oh for fuck's sake. Don't gimme a lecture about the worth of a human life.

Why would I bother.

Um. Okay. Awkward silence here.

So...how 'bout that sports team? I hear it does...stuff.

Oh! Funny segue. I follow Wil Wheaton's blog, and he posted this the other day. It's an exchange between him and his step-son.

I sat on the couch, sipped my Stone Pale Ale, and watched the Dodgers' struggle to retire the Pirates in the first inning.

Nolan walked into the room and said, "Who are you cheering for?"

The answer was obvious, so I said, "Lakers."

He nodded his head thoughtfully. "I'm cheering for the Phoenix Suns."

I looked at him. There was the slightest glint in his eye.

"Yeah, they're going to give the boys in blue a real hard time," I said, "I heard they have a cleanup guy who hit a bunch of touchdowns this year."

"Oh he's really good," Nolan said, fighting a smile, "he had a couple of eagles last time they played."

"I did not know that," I said.

"Yeah," Nolan added, "I think he's going to lead his team to the Stanley Cup finals . . . unless they have to play Newcastle early in the tournament."

Fay, I understand, And yet, what Hec said. Honestly, it would be hard not to hate Trucker Guy, even though he is probably paying the price in a graphic way right now(I would have guessed that he would would have died...I guess I do not really belong in Quantico, after all.)

We took the dog and ambled over to Johnny Carson park to the Kiwanis Car Show before it got too warm. Some gorgeous cars of all eras, nice peeps, and an amiable and enthusiastic band of older guys playing 60s tunes. It's a very small town thing, literally in the shadow of huge TV studios. I hit up the craft booths and found the lady who makes jewelry out of vintage beads. Got a bracelet and two pair of earrings for $20!

Now I am home, we have the Yankees game on and I just had some dry salami and wheat thins. Everything would be perfect, except for the fact that I have a migraine. Feh. I have medicated and hope to feel more the thing shortly.

We just went out to lunch and ran into a town full of people there for a car show. I guess it's the weekend for it. Weird to see the parking lots and sidewalks all full.

Robin, feel better!

Our pastor's wife introduced me to another single girl at church this morning. She's been trying to introduce us for months, but it just hasn't happened yet. Well, now E (the pastor's wife), our parents, and S (the girl) are trying to get us to go to this Singles Weekend Getaway at the end of May. I just looked up the website. The topic for the nice, long weekend? Love, Sex, and Lasting Relationships. Um. No. I don't need four days of that.

On the other hand, I have nothing planned that weekend, and I have no idea how I'm going to get out of it.