hee! Love the hairdo.

Also, as usual even when Bush decides to take action he gets it wrong.

Duncan Black (Atrios) and Dean Baker (two very smart economists) make the same point. The whole bailout is being structured on the premise that this is a liquidity problem - that the assets really are worth close to what was loaned on them, that if the Government buys them at close to valuation, this will stop people from panicking. The problem is that there are not just a few problem loans. It was not just a matter of subprime - that was just the canary in the coal mine. Loans are outstanding economy wide with a balance far greater than the value of the assets that secure them. Buying up a trillion in financial toxic waste at a multiple of its value won't solve the problem.

I am going to the game! I'm excited too. Since it's a night game (which all football games should be) and a team that will actually test us.

hmmm... I should go do laundry.

Matilda is the cutest!!

I got an Evan update -- he's losing his hair on top so he's got an old man baldspot going on, and the nightgowns that were so cute and fit just right on him when I visited now go to his knees. Except for the smallest one, it's more of a miniskirt.

I am going to the game!

:Jealous: Have a great time tonight,askye! I did wear one of my FSU shirts today to show 'Nole pride.

Also the gas situation is still really bad here, because of that panicked people driven run on gas a week ago ,and then people topping off when they have almost a full tank, we still don't have the regular levels of gas and people are having to drive around to find stuff.

According to the paper the town managed to suck up a weeks worth of gas in a matter of hours that Friday. And it keeps getting sucked up, it has nothing to do with the hurricane or the fuel supply, just people driven panic.

Thank heaven for Owen and Matilda, is all I have to offer today. Just...thank goodness for them, and for all the beautiful, brainy, and wonderful Buffista sprog. They're my only hope.

I'm drinking one of Tom's organic saison noir beers and ignoring the Bush fool as usual. Mmm, delicious denial...

I just realized I had a weird dream last night about trying to go to the game, and how I was suddenly go with my kinda secret boyfriend who was no longer going to be secret.

Which I guess could kinda be based in reality since..well I don't really have a secret boyfriend but ...well I've met someone while playing SL and he's really great and we've gotten to really know each other. In fact he calls me every morning and, well, anyway he's coming down so we can meet in person. I haven't really talked about him or our relationship because, well I guess I'm worried if I do it will jinx it. Which I know is just..probably silly but...anyway.

Hoping your sekrit boyfriend turns out to be a not-sekrit boyfriend, askye.

Mmm, delicious denial...

Mmm, delicious Xanax. (And Zoloft.) I chose an excellent time to go on antidepressants, I've gotta say.

I spent most of this week on Chincoteague with my dad (who seems to be doing a bit better). Every morning I heard about the Dow nose-diving and then I spent the rest of the day looking at birds and wild ponies. In the evening I watched Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow doing their thing. As I can't do much about the fiscal meltdown, this seemed like as good a coping mechanism as any.