...hang on, wtf?

scurries over to Beep Me.

Oh, Christ on a crutch. Meara, love, I'm so sorry. Fuckers.

fwiw, you're still very welcome to come crash on my sofabed for a bit, if you fancy.

Damn, meara. I'm glad you've got some warning, but damn this economy.

sj, much ~ma for TCG's step-grandma, and whole family.

meara, that sucks so much about your job. Best of job~ma for something great to come along quickly both to you, and to Sail.

Also, Aims or MM... Tim, Liz and the kids want to join us tonight. Which means they'll handle the ride for me. Call me to talk. I tried calling Joe's cell and had a problem connecting.

Ack, meara-- that is WAY big on the suckagetude.

And in other WTF news, check this out: Beware if an 'academic' throws a hissy fit over your book-- your publisher may get vewwy vewwy scared

And follow the link to the WSJ story, the whole thing is just... mind-boggling and makes me want to take Bertha to this sanctimonious bee-yotch. How DARE she mess with an author's career like this?

BTW, tres cute burrito kitty upthread.

And yeah, ~ma for TCG's step grandma, sj.

Sometimes I think of global warming pushing palmetto bugs as far north as NYC and the only thing that comforts me is the thought that maybe Manhattan will be underwater by that time, making the giant flying roaches a moot point.

Either they already have or waterbugs can actually use those wings to fly.

A few weeks ago there was one banging around my living room at eight or nine feet up. It would crash into a wall or shelf and then change direction. I called my Sister freak.ing.out.

Should I run into my bedroom and hide? Sure, but then I won't know where it is, will I? At least this way I can keep an eye on it. While I'm screaming my head off every time it moves.

Should I try and kill it? With what? And what if that pisses it off?

Eventually it crawled under an easy chair in the foyer. Hopefully to die. And not to lay eggs. I was not tempted to move the chair and try and kill the thing, it might start flying again or ATTACK ME.

I'm lucky I survived.

Disinclined towards scuttling as a lifestyle choice

Yeah, if it wants to pretend to just be a spot on the wall, more power to it. Just still be there when I glance over again, and don't make me start looking around anxiously.

Pete is wise.

I am, I really am. Someone want to tell my wife.

Though if you wind up taking a job in LA, *I* would consider it a net gain.

Uh huh. Well, won't you look silly when we've pinned your sorry-ass down in Seattle.

Okay maybe the only thing wise about me is being a wise-ass, I know.