Good luck~ma, ChiKat.

Bonny, Shir, Kristin - all of you are in my thoughts right now. I wish I could think of a better secular equivalent to 'In my prayers' - in my heart? It sounds cheesy (and indeed rather gruesome) but it's about right.

Anyway. Love and hope and peace in various forms to all of you and your loved ones.

In completely trivial memememe news:

(1) I think that I have a new OTP (for the first time since Season 1 of Smallville, oh gloriously glittery rose-pink-tinged days of yore) thanks to the arrival of Castiel in Supernatural. That would be my button being pushed like crazy right there; much as I love SPN, and although I can understand why people are aboard the Wincest train, ultimately it isn't my beautiful cake. But Dean/HotAngelGuy? Holy mother of blaspheme, I am SO there.

(2) I can haz Wii! Woohoo! Much merriment ensued. Although I was sad that my Clone Wars Jedi warrior game didn't work, and that the shop had run out of PotC games. Still, much fun!

(3) I am wearing this lovely taffata skirt to teach in. (And a black t shirt and a complimentary scarf, obviously. Not just a skirt.) Although, since the model in that photo is from the planet of the giraffe people, and I am five foot two and a bit, on me it's closer to ankle length. Which is how I like my skirts - if I don't need to pick it up in handfuls when I go up a flight of stairs, I don't feel like there's enough skirt going on.

(4) The winter chill here in Bangkok is sufficient to neccesitate the kids to wear cardigans, and indeed I've been wearing a warm scarf over my shoulders atop the T shirt all day, and have even switched the AC off several times! (And on again, when it warmed up.) Which means that it's strawberry weather! Hurrah! I bought a bag of fresh strawberries on the street at lunch time, to go with the strawberry cheesecake I made for breakfast and the basket of strawberries sitting in my fridge. Hurrah!

Fay, I'll bet you look smashing.

Mmmmmm, cheesecake.

I thought about saying, "Mmmmmmmmmm, Peace," but that's just too weird.

ChiKat, yay for all the rallying to save your department.

Mmmmm, strawberry cheesecake. And I'm in favor of mmmmm peace as well. Peace should be yummy, I assume. I mean, I'm dying to visit Damascus and Beirut and have hummus there, and I'm not even a hummus person.

Fay, that skirt looks WONDERFUL. I love the color.

As for the "in my prayers" expression: as a person who defines herself as mostly secular, I'm having troubles with that as well. Mostly at times like this I think it could have been easier, or more comforting, if I were brought up more religiously and could use praying. But I think that the times I think of my sister, or my friends, or the most pray-ey incident recently, when sirens caught me and my parents in a car in Be'er Sheva and all I could think/feel was "please God, not here, not now", especially for my sister's sake. And I'd like to believe that counts as well, although I'm sure it's mostly my survival instincts (I'm including emotional survival) "talking". Because "I'm taking you in account (wrong term?)" sounds too cold, but that's actually what I'm doing, from my hyper-rational perspective. I'm including something extra in (into?) my personal account.

That makes sense?

Heh.

Seems like sirens were heard in Jerusalem as well few minutes ago. By mistake.

I'm saying "seems like" because I NEVER HEARD ANY FREAKING SIRENS. I only know of it because they announced the "oops, it was a mistake, you can go back to routine" now. Oh, how nice of them, they keep repeating it.

F'ing situation. And I'm hungry.

F'ing situation.

Wrod.

Shir, I hate to sound like a dumb block of wood, and this is truly a question that reflects my ignorance, but when Israel warns the people in Gaza to get out, where can they go?

My DH adds this morning, with his sad voice, "the magazine this month has nothing on the Middle East. There is no arms control in the Middle East." (He's the managing editor for a non-profit that publishes something called Arms Control Today.)

ION, his alma matter is having a conference here in DC in which Jeffrey Eugenides is appearing and for once I'm sorely tempted to be a alum-spouse.

have even switched the AC off several times!

Those of us with below-freezing temperatures (and below-zero wind chills) are shaking our (frozen) fists in the general direction of Thailand. (Also in the general direction of Santa Ana, because NPR informed me this morning that Santa Ana hit 87 yesterday. My heart BLEEDS. Or it *would,* if it weren't FROZEN.)

(Can you tell I hate winter? It's a plague, I tell you what.)

Those of us with below-freezing temperatures (and below-zero wind chills) are shaking our (frozen) fists in the general direction of Thailand.

If it helps at all, the last two days in Melbourne were over 100F. (Tomorrow's promising a rather more reasonable mid-70s. It's been a remarkably mild summer so far overall.)

If it helps at all, the last two days in Melbourne were over 100F.

Well, you folks in that hemisphere are just messed up. I mean, your water doesn't even drain the right way....

the Wincest train

Oh dear. I mean, I've been staying away from the fandom since I'm (as usual) WAY behind on the viewing. But for obvious reasons I'm a little horrified at this phrase.

I'm just going to hide out in the corner here for a little bit. My DH just got home from a 32-hour flight back from B-dad, asked about my car, was in the middle of yelling at me (technically, *near* me) about the $1600 of brake work I'd just had done, when Mal piped up with "The big truck hit your car, Daddy!"

So I didn't get to manage the information flow, and things are a bit tense.

And I just found out that, while my job doesn't have the day off, Mal's daycare will be closed for the zombie apocalypse Inauguration.