I wandered around the Home Despot for awhile after getting spare keys made up.

Such an appropriate typo.

Mac is delightful! And Scrappy, your pictures are breathtaking.

"Hi! Oh hell, you know my dad. He hired and fired you back in the day."

My sister worked for the Jamaican Foreign Service as her first real job. It involved bumping into a lot of people who'd babysat her back in the day--and some of them she might even have been career tracked above (though not strictly above). Now she teaches at the same university my mother does, so that's one apple that's not rolled far from the tree from which it fell.

Watching the "Our Son Jack" or whatever from Masterpiece yesterday (since I slept all but an hour or two of Sunday, no lie), and what's with Kim Cattrall's accent? I don't want to harsh on the bad MI-5 US accents anymore, because she has absolutely no excuse for sounding that weird. Maybe it's something in the food.

my dad has print copies of the stuff in the vault I've been interred in intermittently

It really took me several readings before I could figure out what in the hell you were talking about, sarameg. I kept thining "But you're not dead! Why would you be interred? And intermittently?? And why is your dad storing PAPERS in your future resting place, isn't a safe deposit box more sensible? Are we suddenly in a mystery novel??"

Clearly even though it is not yet 10pm in Seattle, it is my bedtime, since I am on the East Coast Time now.

I just finished watching the 1955: The Color of Truth episode of Quantum Leap where Al leaps back into Driving Miss Daisy. Which, as I check it, came out the same year that episode first aired.

Oh, it made me mad.

I would caution you, white readers of this board, should you jump into a black person's skin in the South while segregation is still enforced by law, please don't break the colour lines in a hide that you aren't going to stay in.

The episode just stank of the implication that if some black person had just had either the imagination or the cojones or both to sit at the lunch counter or take their family member to the white hospital then, well, they could have integrated the whole damn town.

But they didn't, so it's lucky a white guy came along and could do it for them.

It's funny--I watched anger erupt in bits of LJ fandom over racism in TV and movies in places where I just haven't seen it. I wonder if this episode represents an overlap, or if fandom du jour and I never the twain shall meet. Because this ep made me mad enough that I'm doing breathing exercises to prevent a migraine.

But they didn't, so it's lucky a white guy came along and could do it for them.

Kind of like how the FBI were heroes in Mississippi Burning instead of the black people who organized the freedom rides and protests.

mac wants to see Speed Racer

Such a cutie!

Kind of like how the FBI were heroes in Mississippi Burning instead of the black people who organized the freedom rides and protests.

I never saw that, and I'm glad I didn't.

Quantum Leap had me thinking "Great, Al. Ten minutes after you leap out of his body he has to watch his granddaughter be gang-raped while their house burns down to the ground behind them."

Okay, I need to not think about that anymore. Play my next Scrabulous move and go to bed.

Yup, skipping again (do I need to mention that I work during the holiday? Um, because I do. I'll probably take half of today off, but still. Oh, well).

Anyway, this post is not a meMeME, but rather a mention that according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Betsy HP's birthday. I haven't seen posts from her very lovely font in quite a while (which could mean nothing, seeing as I am so sadly hardly ever keeping up with current posts anywhere anymore), but regardless of that, I hope the well-wishes find their way to her.

Happy birthday!

Nilly, will you still make it to Zilpa's lecture?

I'm so hungry today. Maybe my stomach got used to matzot in no time this year, but usually this stuff just blocks my will to eat after 5 minutes.

Tea, however, helps. Weird.