Fuck, I made a typo in my name on my SW ticket.  This is gonna get me special treatment by TSA, isn't it?  (Doubled a letter.)  Maybe the cc people will correct it?
eta: whoo.  Despite the passenger name being whacky, the reservation is in my correct name.  Still might be a case for the stupid TSA inanity, but the ticket will be fine.
	
 
		
		
I was thinking that Tim Robbins is aging beautifully.  But I'm partial to him.
	
 
		
		
I once planned on a mountainous theme for cats.  Or villainesses. Which is how I ended up with Nanda Devi rather than Millificent. (I read a book about a climber named after this mountain, who died on it.  Made an impression.  As did all the other climbing books I read.  Not a climber, but had exposure to that.)
And then...Mister Kitty.
So I don't know.  Can't name this one Chomolungma.  Or K2.  Or Pike.  And he's too floppy/clumsy for a Spidey.
	
 
		
		
Quantum of Solace
is
the dumbest movie title ever.
I have a fruit fly infestation, and the solution I got off the web (plate of balsamic with soap to eff up the surface tension) doesn't seem to be making the difference. Irritating.
	
 
		
		
I use apple cider vinegar and it's worked very well.  
	
 
		
		
90210 didn't make us wait to find out
who Kelly's Baby Daddy is
!  SO GLAD. 
	
 
		
		
Just a drop.  (Of soap.)
I've found that the key is to make sure the plastic wrap on top of the bowl is super duper tight.  When it's not tight, the flies don't/won't go in through the holes.
	
 
		
		
Perkins, me too!
Kristen, let me go adjust the plastic.