I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. Do I have the guts to ask for "as short as you think would still be flattering" or will it be, "same as the last five haircuts, please."

DJ it's not cinco de mayo. What's up with the gunfire?

I say guts up Laga! Do it! (unless it gets you fired. that would be bad)

No idea. This has been happening a lot lately-though nothing on Cinco.

There's usually more crime in general around here in the summer, and especially now that times are tough. But those are usually just break ins and stuff.

Since March we've had 2 car chases (one involving the police, and one random that wrecked, like 6 cars), random gunfire and 4 sexual assaults.

Some of that can be chalked up to being near the bars (2 of the sexual assualts weren't rapists hiding in the shadows or anything, just drunk fratboys not quite getting that women get to decide who touches us, not the number of shots we've had, and I don't know anything about the other 2). It just seems like every other weekend I'm woken up by something scary sounding.

If you get [rabies] its 100% fatal and a truly horrible way to die.

While I too join in the chorus that Fay should go get her bite checked, that's actually not entirely true. See, every single person who has died of rabies didn't actually die from the virus itself, but from their own nervous systems' reaction to the virus. The nerve and respiratory reactions kill you before your immune system can fight off the virus.

Turns out that was quite the crucial difference. They put the girl into a coma and drugs to help protect her nervous system and boost her immune system and let the virus run its course. She's still recovering four years later, from what I understand, but there appears to have been no permanent nerve damage.

Wow. That post took a lot of editing.

I'm having a lovely before bedtime snack- a bit of groundnut stew I made yesterday accompanied by jalapeno-jack spread on tiny toasts and a glass of chardonnay.

I am having a late night snack of cherries.

mmmmm cherries. I was staring at an ad for cherries earlier today. $1 off coupon for some fancy-schmancy store in El Segundo. I might have to go buy some.

I forgot to mention my cheese plate which was made by my mom in pottery class. I wuv it. Looking at it, I can see the plate it thinks it is. So very close to perfect, but imperfect enough I will always know Mom made it.