Go Allyson! Did you get my text this morning? Also, you have lots and lots of time to unpack...

What is this Carrier you speak of?

A reality series on PBS about life on the USS Nimitz. It's very..well, idealism (commanders and COs) versus all the fucking teenagers on board. Apparently, each ep has a different director/editor (this perception is based on an interview with a local songwriter/performer who ended up with a piece of his being a theme of one of the eps, so not 100%.)

And I say "fucking teenagers" in a fond way. My brother was one of them back during Kosovo, and that was horrifying, appalling, consoling and fucking ridiculous.

Josef F. lived upstairs with his wife, Rosemarie F., who police said had no idea about her husband's other family living in the cellar.

I mean, come on. Not that I doubt it, but just imagine--your husband has his eldest daughter locked up in the basement behind electronically coded doors and has fathered seven children with her--and you've adopted three of them. How fucked is that?

I can only guess that if you're married to Josef F., maybe you have other issues -- maybe domestic abuse and attendant mental problems.

God I had kind of a bad weekend. Broke my drinking-with-colleagues policy and let my paralegals get me too drunk, with hangover to follow and had to cancel my haircut the next morning. Last night I stayed sober at a party and realized I was boring even myself, and just left early. Today I had nothing to do and didn't leave the house. At least the house is clean and the DVR is empty. Blergh.

Repeat: so I had an light friendship with some chick in the AF Academy. And she got the opportunity to fly F-somethings. And I'm seeing the bias on Carrier, despite that gals are flying, and it makes me sad. Because she loved flying, but loved something else more, but what about those that loved flying more? And that is somehow wrong? Fuck that, kids.

Kristen put a brace up for my AC for the bedroom, which is cooling down right now. Need lori to come check on it. I feel the need for an engineer's okay.

I feel the need for an engineer's okay, too. Putting in someone else's a/c has made me all paranoid.

Can I confess to randomness? I met Polgara in the Denver airport for a drink and nachos. Though we live less than 15 miles apart, we are more apt to see each other when we are both hundreds of miles away.

I think that's awesome.

Yeah--I had dinner in Minneapolis with Meara last year, which ROCKED. Buffista meetings in odd places are da bomb.

My room still hasn't reached 68 degrees. That's all I want. It's a pretty small bedroom. I have no idea how Colin managed the heat. But you know, it was just stupid hot this weekend.

I didn't get a text, Kat.