Thanks, ita. And Jesse

Somebody recommended to me that googling recipes by ingredient was really easy and effective - like for when you have three things left in your pantry that you want to use up, just google then together - but I had no idea it was that organized.

Am now trying picture exactly what would go down in an East Coast - West Coast Gimlet War.

The Mets are down 7-4 in the 6th. The Mets are well on their way to the second worst collapse in baseball history.

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Best wishes, -t.

I don't know if I've shared this, but I'm being called the Snake Charmer at work. I came in to several Far Sides taped to my monitor, including one on the foolhardiness of picking up snakes (we've got what, 2 venomous types here, and this wasn't one of them and it was wee! ok?) It's being treated as a legendary feat. I've had visitors from the 4th floor come down to remark on it.

The pencil sized snake has morphed in legend to a 10 ft boa that I wrestled to the ground and tamed.

It's kinda hilarious.

Especially when the only other person to touch the snake was a tiny girly woman. The guys all backed way the hell up, including my uberboss. Who kept encouraging me to sneak it out to avoid freaking people out but then stopped at every office to show of my catch.

Snakes are fun. I shoulda played with it more, but I didn't want to stress it out or deal with any shrieking.

I just heard an awesome story about an actual huge snake that someone found in their back yard. (It was in person, and not here, right?) So she calls 911, says there's this huge snake, the 911 people are disbelieving... until they got a call on the other line that the neighbor's pet snake got out! He walked over, picked up the snake, put it over his shoulders, and went home.

Grey's felt like it was written in a foreign language. I didn't get anyone's emotions at all.

Love the Snake Charmer rep! That's awesome.

I still call those extendable grabby things Snake Grabbers (I can't even think of the real name) from when I worked for a State Park and that's what they were for, moving rattlers out of areas that were full of humans. I only did it once, but I'm still proud of it.

guess we also used them to get the spare light bulbs out of the back of cupboards. But it was still "Hand me the snake grabber so I can reach these light bulbs".

Moonlight didn't seem all that bad. Derivative, sure. But full of pretty people and not specially awful.

The Mets are down 7-4 in the 6th. The Mets are well on their way to the second worst collapse in baseball history.

Aye, caramba. And the Phils are winning. Susan's M's are on that collapse list - I remember when the A's caught them. Lordy that was exciting.

Well. I got some sad news. My neighbor, Dr. Christine Johnson, passed away Tuesday night. I had seen her family moving stuff out over the past month, but just figured she was moving, and would stop by before she left for good. I told her son earlier to pass on my good wishes to her. He didn't mention she was in the hospital. Cancer killed her.

She was the one who drove me to the rental place on a Saturday when I thought I'd blown my clutch this winter. The passenger seatbelt didn't work because her niece had fed it a quarter. She invited me to her church. I gave her some good chocolate in thanks and she told me I shouldn't have. Before that, one day I ran into her in the parking lot after a particularly shitty day and mentioned I was glad the day was over. 15 minutes later, she was at my door with a plate of food.

She was a recently retired high school principal, still actively involved in education. I enjoyed talking to her, wish I knew her better. She was a good person and a great neighbor. I wish only I'd had another chance to tell her that.

Grey's felt like it was written in a foreign language. I didn't get anyone's emotions at all.

WORD. And damn. I utterly and totally miss Burke. There were also too many new people that seemed to serve no purpose.