OK, we had protesters over the weekend (IMF/World Bank meeting in town). As usual, a section of town around the headquarters was closed off, increased police presence (the sight of a ... flight? ... of bicycle cops was entertaining), traffic was a nightmare, lather rinse repeat. BUT ... this year the protesters decided to march into Georgetown, disrupting traffic, commerce, and frat boy drinking. A number of stores closed early, some had plywood over their windows (broken windows are fairly common - either someone throws something or someone gets pushed into a window). A brick was thrown and a woman was hit in the head. A cop was pushed off his scooter. The protesters overturned a bunch of newspaper machines. Except for the woman being hurt, pretty much as usual. The news was covering it in detail, interviewing shoppers/barhoppers about it. One young woman, a visitor (from Texas, IIRC) was upset about the violence and said "they should make protests illegal. All of them."

Should we prepare to kiss the entire Constitution good-bye now?

Should we prepare to kiss the entire Constitution good-bye now?

If you can find it.

And, zombielike expression notwithstanding, my God, I'm suddenly having a flashback to my experience of watching Julia Styles in The Bourne WhateverItIsThisTime and going "OMGWTF! SA!"

A comparison which both baffles and flatters.

I had my first introductory French course this evening, and I know too much french to be in the class! So I'm going to the kind of advanced intro class. At least I hope I am.

It is very cold here. Very cold.

You were in a dream I had the other night! you were getting married and, for some reason, I had to find you a handgun covered with sparkly white and pink crystals.

Excellent! Much better than mine. I woke up dreaming I was fighting with my son over school stuff. Blah. Just got up rather than rolling over.

It is very cold here. Very cold.

It is hot here. Very hot.

It's hot here too. Weird!

Hubby and I were watching baseball because nothing else was on (we have antenna TV). He was having problems with the lettering on Boston's uniforms. "Is that a B at the beginning?" he asked.

"They're not the Bed Sox, honey. They're the Red Sox."

"I don't follow sports, you know that."

"It's why I married you."

My family growing up was not a sports family. It wasn't until I met Brendon that I paid much attention. Now I am a playoff fan. I don't follow much during the regular season but will watch when it matters. I'm a bad fan.

I, also, am a playoff fan for baseball and football. Though the liklihood of keeping up with football during the regular season is far greater due to them only playing once a week. And this season, it is FUN to watch the Patriots.

But I can't watch the regular baseball season- far too time consuming and much less interesting. Post season play is really interesting, I think- and last night's game was a textbook nail-biter with a happy ending! (for me)

Sorry you had the obnoxious BoSox fans, juliana. They are why I watch games at home.

My sister sent me this link for cakes from Dean and Deluca: [link]

The most expensive cakes ever, but fun to look at.

My DH tries not to watch sports, but he seems to follow his teams (any team from Dallas and/or Texas) pretty closely.

I'm mostly not a sports person at all, but baseball involves so many weird twisty little narratives and has so little scary bone-cracking violence that I find it pretty tolerable. Plus, many of our local players are very cute, and, it appears from interviews, are also sweet boys who like dogs and dote on various elderly female relatives.

Our local teams have been kinda sucktastic over the last couple of years, but if I've learned nothing else from the Red Sox, I have at least learned that fandom counts for less if you're not willing to be a fan during the lean years.

ICompletelyON, eeps. That job I interviewed for a couple of months ago and really desperately wanted, and got rejected from just as I was being wooed by the company I had a bad feeling about? The recruiter who got me that interview just called to ask if I would still be willing to consider that place. She was all cryptic and nonspecific and details-later-under-other-circumstances, but HELLS YES. Now I just have to sit and wait and stew. Mmmmrph!