Now you will have to punish it by eating it, Lee. It's the only way.

I think you are very right.

That's really more execution than punishment. Unless you only eat half. Then what remains can warn the rest of the frozen goods of their fate if they attack.

Of course, it's futile; you're eventually going to eat them all anyway. Might as well go on and finish off the sorbet.

Flickr doesn't do video, so I've posted some pix from the KC airshow on Photobucket: [link]

It was a nice day, not too hot, with a little breeze. The Harriers really stole the show. This was the first time I've ever seen (or heard) one up close.

Ooh, Cashmere - you're going to Hawaii? That sounds exciting!

Yup! Less than two weeks to go. Kids are staying with my sister.

How is it that I can get FX just fine, but BBCA cuts in and out? I swear Comcast hates the British.

Pantsy Arse-fuckers.

Oh, fuck. My dad called a little while ago -- one of my cousins (we're not super close, but they're all pretty nice people, and this one threw a baby shower for Matilda and me about a year ago) is getting divorced. Three kids, one entering high school and twins in grade school, and they're all moving in with her parents at her old childhood house in the East Bay. Which is sad, but not the worst part; the worst part is that her soon-to-be-ex is an Orthodox priest, and she found out he'd been cheating on her with at least one member of the congregation, and he's now resigning from the priesthood and there's an article in the local paper and it's not just sad, it's gonna be a big public mess. Fuck fuck fuck. Their poor kids! Poor her! Shit, I don't know who to feel worse for. And I want to punch him in the head. A lot.

What an awful situation. And he's clearly in need of at least a punching in the head, which would actually be getting off light.

Coping-ma to the family.

Because shrift is the ID of fandom. It's like popping the hood on the whole scene.

Oh, I don't know about that. I might be the id of perhaps one in every twenty fandoms, although I think I'm far less id-driven than a lot of other people. If you want the true id, you should look at any number of open-membership livejournal communities. And once your brain tries to escape through the back of your skull, I think you'll appreciate that I'm raising the intelligence of average discussion by eleventy billion percent.

Yeah. Shrift's most certainly not the id.

She may, however, be the cool, slinky reptile trying to sell you apples.

Also, separated, JZ, that's awful. Gah.