If pot's the gateway drug, that's the gateway drug's gateway appliance. I totally want to grow weed now.

Man, I just switched from the Hey, gay! episode of Trapper John MD to the Boo, racists! episode of Mission Impossible. I don't know how much good intent I can handle. But at least the brother gets a storyline. Even if they had to put him in white face to get things rolling. Unfortunately he may need to act.

That low?

I dunno, ita, I think I'd rather have my sister on my "team," but I don't have a sister... And I'm kind of a shit-talker.

I've had a hair dye accident.

Ooh, right on! I just got invited to dinner Saturday with someone who knows Jeremiah Wright - Obama's minister - quite well (she's a minister and on the faculty at the School of Theology at U of Chicago). Can't wait to get her take on all this. Will report back for them as are interested.

ita, can you ask your sister if she'd want to know? "I don't like this person, and I feel like if I tell you why, you won't either, so would you rather I not tell you?"

That said, I don't think it's selfish really, because if it's something that would be a deal-breaker like that, I'd want to know about it.

can you ask your sister if she'd want to know?

She'd definitely say she wanted to know. I'm not sure why I'm getting hung up on this. She's my freaking sister. For some reason I feel bad about disliking this woman, even though the "evidence" is as incontrovertible as these things go.

Is this someone your sister sees more than you, or vice versa? Not that I can really decide which makes that better, but...I guess if they had a closer realtionship than I did, I might hesitate more, but...I'd probably vent to my sister. OTOH, my sister has repeatedly offered to "cut a bitch" for me, so we're tight. :)

Kat, what's the accident? We have knowledgeable haircare buffistas standing by with years of experience...

Dig this. Each of those points of light? Alligator eyes. Spooooky.

I'm having one of those "Great...throw ration out of the window" reactions to the Mission Impossible episode. It's set in a South Africa analogue, and the cocky unsympathetic black guy has just come to after having been knocked out by our-heroes-posing-as-white-cops. He clutches the arms of one of the real white cops and bleats "He hit me. Why?" Strange look of betrayal on his face. He was the top of the underdogs and he thought he knew how the game was played, but the cops had been worse than oppressive and racist--they'd been unpredictably unfair to boot. And this chokes me up.

Too random.

Man, if I can't grow herbs on my kitchen counter, maybe I can grow tomatoes upside down. They look nummy.

Kat, what sort of hair dye accident? Color oddness, or dye where it shouldn't be?

My brother and I are rather brutally honest. We leave it up to the other to decide their relationships. (And believe me, with inlaws in the mix? CRAXY.) The thing is, it is really up to each individual. And I can see how you'd hate to poison your sister (or any friend) against another.

Hell, I've realized I censor shit for that very reason, even where really, I know it isn't needed. I've been where you are, sort of. I've had situations I've had to relay that... I just don't want to. I want everyone to be happy and healthy and perfect and.. we aren't. And I don't want to breach the illusion we are. Because those that it'll hurt? Are people I love.