A note for those who have read Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

Tonight I was at a store and the paged "Adam Selene" to go somewhere in the store.

I was amused.

Thanks for the help!

Happy... er... ok flying, Maria.

They've brought in firetrucks from the next town over and everytime I think they're just about done - new flames appear over the crest of the roof.

I was tired before - not so much now.

Wow. I am a cheap, thoughtless, ignorant bastard, who needs to start handing hundreds to hotel cleaning staff everywhere he goes, to make up for a previous lifetime of cheapskatery.

Several of my classmates had their kids with them at the office today. I got to cuddle a newborn and have a chat about The Golden Compass with an 11-year-old. Fun. (The 11-year-old's family is Catholic and fairly religious, and her mother had talked to me a bit about the book before letting her read it.)

Also, had a frustrating conversation with of the professors. He said, "One of your students has come to me and has this problem." I said, "Yeah, she came to me about that a few weeks ago, and I asked you about it." He said, "You did? What did I say?" I told him what he said. Then he thought about it and told the student the opposite of what he'd originally told me to tell her. (I actually think this new decision is the better one. It's just frustrating to have been enforcing the other decision for the past few weeks, and then to be overruled by the person who made the decision in the first place.)

Fire? Flames? Not good.

Good is being invited to the final dress rehearsal for our community theater production of Chicago. Very fun. Mostly populated by teenagers as the Artistic Director is the drama teacher at the high school - he invited his drama students to bring friends and family to the show. The show rocked.

xkcd's tribute to Gary Gygax.

Yeah, I can smell the smoke from inside my apartment now - there is so much of it. That house is surely a goner.

Now, my butt is thawing out (it's cold sitting on the stoop!) and the adrenalin is wearing off - I may be able to actually get to sleep. (I think in the back of my building - where my bedroom is I shouldn't be able to see all the sirens and those v. bright lights they're shining on the burning house.)

I am loving the Gygax tributes.

Stephen Colbert's comment was adorable. "Gary Gygax, we're going to miss you. How much are we going to miss you?" t roll die "Twenty."