Welcome home, Lucy.

As a fellow worrying ailing pet haver, you are in my thoughts, brenda. It will be hard to adjust, for both of you, but it will be done.

As an antidote, msbelle, I'll tell you the tale of a Target: there were too little boys clustered in front of the main videogame display. One of the games had caricatures of Obama and McCain. I guess it was some weird debate game. Anyway, one kid was wearing a blue shirt, the other a red. They were identifying the cartoons as McCain and Obama, correctly. Blue was explaining to red that if they played it, he'd get to be Obama because he was blue. Redshirt wailed "I don't want to be McCain!!!" and sat down, hard, on the floor, angry. They were both in the 7-8 range.

I just grinned at their apparent dad.

More somberly, I just came across this project concerning Hiroshima, 1945: [link] It's ...well, it is worth a moment, but expect to get upset. It's upsetting, as it should be.

ION, it appears I may be lending money for a car. Not mine. It's one of those situations where I'm the last resort and, well, I can do it. With my money issues (which I don't think she knows the extent of, and I'd like to keep it that way) I'm tripping all over the place. It's a good thing to do and I'd hate myself if I didn't. And my latent penny-pinching asshole is making me mad. but me being the last resort has a history and I know she isn't trying to use me and I don't feel used, but I don't want this to be a habit that marrs our friendship

Welcome home, Lucy.

Frances knows that we're voting for Rock Hobama in our house. Isaac still thinks we're voting for Rosh Hashannah.

Frances knows that we're voting for Rock Hobama in our house. Isaac still thinks we're voting for Rosh Hashannah.

That's a good ticket. I vote with them.

Rock the Hashannah! (Shariff don't like it)

Welcome home, Lu. We kiss your smiling face. Get better, hoppity.

Lots of ~ma to Lu. Hope you both have a good second day.

Jesusfuck, I should not check work email at quarter to midnight. I know better. I usually never do. NO, it is not easier to do what you suggested! Ahhhhrg.

Well, at least I go in prepared.

How's this for a promotional idea?

Friday, Oct. 31 at 7:30 pm, bring your SCARIEST Financial Statement to the theater, and we'll give you a TREAT: Half price tickets for you and a friend for The Voysey Inheritance that night!

Our sweet little highschool babysitter supports McCain b/c she is extremely pro-choice - really sheltered very Catholic.

I spoke to an undecided voter the other night who has concerns over the abortion issue. I just explained that there are no pro-abortion candidates. Just that Obama would like to see fewer abortions, too--by supporting comprehensive, age appropriate sex education and readily available reproductive health care services for everyone. John McCain wants to prevent abortions by outlawing all of them, period. Without addressing the root causes of unintended pregnancies.

She seemed swayed by that (I hope she was, anyway).

I sure hope so, Cash.

It must be hard to be a pro-choice, feminist Republican these days.

Polgara once pointed out living from 1-10. Knowing you have to represent your pain on a scale for one medical type or another makes it second nature every time you're in pain.

The ER docs ask me when I go in, and sometimes they assume 10 out of 10. Which is kinda flattering, because I'd be handling "worst pain imaginable" with a great deal of grace.

I know better. Worst pain imaginable means I can't talk, much less get myself to the ER. Maybe today's headache wasn't 10 out of 10, but it did render me useless for anything other than covering my face.

Thank dog I'm not actually bouncing into the ER once a week with a 10. I couldn't take being pushed that far that often.