Minion, the Boston Terrier/Bulldog cross - extra cute, comes with stripes.

Yesterday, my friend S and I dropped some stuff off at the airline hangar that's being used to house some of the couple hundred critters rescued from a local "collector."

One of the closer crates had two bulldogs who when we first got there were lying with their heads right next to each other. . . so cute. The crate next to them housed a husky. After we'd been there for a bit - the bulldogs fell asleep and as the snoring started you would have laughed and laughed at the expression of annoyance that crossed the face of the husky. Clearly, he was thinking, "No! Not more snoring. Next time I'm going to have to request a non-snoring wing."

Jesus, I've been living in a little bubble. Didn't know about the fires until I read here. Scary stuff.

I attempted to bake yesterday! Found a recipe for a toaster-oven apple crumble. I think it turned out ridiculously -- bunch of slightly rubbery apple slices with flour-brown-sugar mixture on top, warmed over -- but my father actually seems to have liked it, and once we piled ice cream over it it was fine anyway.

The fires are fucking scary. Randomly, they've spent 3 days reseeding Griffith Park by helicopter.

Also, I tried to resist, but cannot: "Tartlet. Tartlet. The word has lost all meaning."

Mmm, pie. The person who's hosting our Thanksgiving extravaganza is known far and wide for her pies. Her crusts are out of this world.

I live in this tiny three mile area these days, and only drive under freeways, not on them. If I'd still been working in Simi you'd bet I'd be aware of this stuff. But judging from the distribution I'll be breathing them anyway--and now I'm just remembering how dramatic last night's sunset was (for the last photo scavenger hunt I couldn't really get anything from my west-facing window, but last night the sky was smudged with reds and oranges big time).

Also, a public service announcement. People, exit interviews are not free-for-alls! We had someone leave this spring who was, legitimately, very frustrated with some things. And took the opportunity to vent, at length, to some of the higer-ups in my group.

And since then, I've heard from various sources that his new job ain't all that, and he'd been putting feelers out about coming back. Now comes news that he's left the new job entirely. And he's good, and we could really, really use him back around here.

Not a chance in the 'verse.

Idiot.

People really need to think twice before they talk. My most slam-y exit interview was still done with a lot of significant eye contact rather than actual venting!

Speaking of talking at work, I just ran into the CFO in the bathroom who said I "look really good," and I accepted her compliment on my outfit before I realized she was talking about my numbers. Har!

just catching up and wanted to say Corwood, I'm so sorry for your family's loss.