Are you okay?

I am mostly. I'm just bemused, I think. She's going because she's hurt and upset and I get it. I was an ass and what I said was tactless and hurt her feelings. But COME ON.

How did I do this work thing before?

You kept thinking, "oooh! paycheck!"

I've tried to suss out her logic on more than one occasion, but mostly it just makes my brain leak out of my ear. She's really just a parrot for things she hears on Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck, and I don't think she's got an original political thought.

Well, that sorta' makes sense, in that part of Limbaugh's shtick is that all liberals are really communists who hate the rich and big corporations and liberals want to control your lives blah blah blah. According to Limbaugh, environmentalism is just one more tool of liberal commies to attack big corporations and bring about a worker's paradise. Run by liberals. Or something.

You kept thinking, "oooh! paycheck!"

Right! Man, I got used to being my own kept woman.

Notice I'm not actually showering, or anything.

Going. Really. Now.

Delta Kappa Epsilon: GI Joes and Barbie Hoes Party - Guys Wear Camo, Girls Wear Pink.

HA! This is funny, if you're me, and just spent the evening discussing constructs of college age/late adolescence masculinity.

My laughter is tinged with academic authori-TAY. (ETA: also, @@)

Coyotes in downtown Chicago speaks to the incredible adaptability of the coyote. (I don't think that coyotes were particularly prevalent in Illinois, say, 200 years ago. Possibly because the wolves kept them in check.)

I really had to get back to the capital quickly so I'm not sure I had time to fry her up. In fact, I'd just been looking for taxi service when one guy sent me to another place and the preacher had his way with me. The town hooker saw me after I'd burnt them all to a crisp and offered to give me some clothes. It was about when I was asking for something less revealing than the leopard print swimsuit she was wearing when she went postal.

You should write a book or a treatment for a film. Nathan Fillion would play the preacher. Just 'cause.

Haven't seen this week's yet. I'm almost grateful my TiVo's been fucking up channel changing (top IR transceiver got knocked out of place, and I didn't check until just now) since that means less TV waiting for me.

We had to get rid of the IR tranceiver thingie and switching to a cable that plugged into the back. I think it was called a serial connection. Scott seems to recall that we couldn't find confirmation that serial connection was supported for our brand of cable box, but it did work. Eventually, we got rid of the cable box, so we don't even have that any more. The IR thingie didn't work well for us, because the kids were always knocking it out of place.

Remember the "light-rail coyote" in Seattle (or was it Portland?) about 5-7 years back?

So, yelling at a co-worker that things were done in a certain way because they were gone and we needed to make progress. The reality is how it is, stop telling me it should never have been done that way when you weren't here to do it. - maybe not the best way to start off the day

OTOH great release for my mood.

End result: me: "He doesn't like it, assign the issue back to him and let him deal with fixing it. It is still due this morning."

David Quaamen (total misspelling of his name) wrote a beautiful essay about urban coyotes in LA's Griffith Park. I think their adaptability it amazingly cool.

House: that episode rocked. I appreciate the non-anvilly way they showed House realizing that the baby might be more than just a fetus. But he was House to the end, prepared to make the sacrifice to save his patient. And Cuddy was completely herself, too. "Move or you're getting electrocuted," and she didn't hesitate. She's obsessive, but consistent. Pulling in Wilson to try and be a Cuddy for Cuddy was a good touch. "Who tattled?"

But why is Cuddy going along on House's vacation? Unless he's hallucinating, which he's done before. I do hope House's biological clock isn't going off.

Hubby was intrigued that the photographer didn't have a picture of House on her wall at the end. That was a damned nice shot of House, though, that the minions had up, though.

Non-spoilery out of context: "Do you have a camera phone? I have a MySpace account."