just because you have a shiny newish Mac, doesn't mean you have unlimited processing power. If you are editing a large file in a processor whore application like Digital Performer with lots of virtual instruments, you might want to quit: iChat, screen share, Entourage, Firefox, Word, Excel, and I couldn't tell what the other icons were. It might be why you randomly crash. Like when Microsoft apps go to the library to perform background tasks whether or not you want to use them at that moment. IJS. Small suggestion. k. thnx. bye.

Having just cleaned the kitchen, here is what I think about President Obama:

He is the human version of a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.

(Yes, the Magic Eraser is magic. It just cleaned the foulest stovetop ever to be seen in a kitchen. And I include frat houses.)

Also, when I picked up my comics today, my comic-book guy told me he had a dream that Obama changed his (comic-book guy's) car's transmission fluid. We agreed that he may well fix the world in his first 100 days and then spend the rest of his term traveling around the country doing odd jobs for people.

"Is that a couch you're moving? Let me grab the end!"

"Cleaning your gutters? I have a ladder!"

"Need a fourth for euchre? I *never* trump my partner's ace!"

VEE-HICK-EL was the one that always got me.

So now, of course, I have Bush saying just that going through my head on a loop.

I wish it to stop.

It's funny you say that, Steph--I just saw this a few minutes ago:

After Inauguration Day, departed presidents usually become footnotes pretty quickly. What we are witnessing now is far more dramatic. It's closer to a liquidation, or a cauterization. George W. Bush is being turned into an unperson, like a character out of Orwell. It's been only two days, and there is scarcely a trace of not only his personal presence, but of his policies. Or at least that is the impression Barack Obama would like to convey.

I'm surprised no one has mentioned the Southern way of saying "Chimley" for chimney. Oh and "ele'm" for eleven.

My high educated father still says chimley. He also asks for a Co'cola.

I have a problem pronouncing "perpetuity" which sucks because some days I have to say it about 10 times. Actually I'm getting better.

oooh and tripartite that's another that trips me up at work.

VEE-HICK-EL was the one that always got me.

I never heard it pronounced any other way as a kid. I always feel a little bit like I'm betraying my ancestry when I don't use that pronunciation.

A girl I love says "volumptuous". I think it's darling and now I do it as well. (though not all the time) I have a feeling that if I didn't love her I would find it irritating.

Thank you for all your thoughts and ~ma. It was hard but things were made easy. Dad put Anna in the carrier, and she was calm all the way over. And in the exam room she wanted to jump down and explore (after she got over her nervousness).

I wish I'd asked the vet I'd been talking to to be there as well, the vet (who owns the clinci) who did the procedure, wwell, she could have had better bed side manner. She wasn't bad, there were just a few things she could have said differently.

We were given enough time, I got her to purr (Anna not the vet) and then it went rather quick. So it seems like even though her spirit was still playful and kittenish her body just wasn't. She's buried out at Dad's with several others, he was really sweet and after I put the stones on the grave he asked if I wanted to put flowers on there. So we cut some camellias from his yard and put them around.

I was at mom's and then she brought me home. It's weird. I opened the door and I expected her. Not to come running, but for her to be here. It's awful lonely with a cat. Even though if she were here she'd be sleeping some where.

We both still look for our Percy. {{askye}}

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