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.

Hey, is there anyone with large feet who would like these shoes for the cost of shipping. [link] I found them still in the box at the back of a closet. Danskos, size 41, never worn.

Ooh, me! Did you not like them?