I just walked into the men's room on my floor at work. Am mortified. Luckily the only person I saw was a man washing his hands and I was out in like 2 seconds. He's not in my dept thankfully. Horribly embarrassed.

Damn. The zombisat situation has just gotten much worse:

U.S. cable TV threatened by drifting satellite

Associated Press | A TV communications satellite is drifting out of control miles above the Earth, threatening to wander into another satellite's orbit and interfere with cable programming across the United States, the satellites' owners said Tuesday.

Communications company Intelsat said it lost control of the Galaxy 15 satellite on April 8, possibly because the satellite's systems were knocked out by a solar storm. Intelsat cannot remotely steer the satellite to remain in its orbit, so Galaxy 15 is creeping toward the adjacent path of another TV communications satellite that serves U.S. cable companies.

Galaxy 15 continues to receive and transmit satellite signals, and they will probably interfere with the second satellite, known as AMC 11, if Galaxy 15 drifts into its orbit as expected around May 23, according to AMC 11's owner, SES World Skies.

AMC 11 receives digital programming from cable television channels and transmits it to all U.S. cable networks from its orbit 22,000 miles (36,000 kilometers) above the equator, SES World Skies said. It operates on the same frequencies as Galaxy 15.

"That fact means that there is likely to be some kind of interference," SES World Skies spokesman Yves Feltes told The Associated Press. "Our aim is to bring any interference down to zero."

I almost had to go in the men's room at church on Sunday because Frisco wandered in there and Joe was ahead with Ellie. Thankfully, he came out voluntarily.

I am glad I missed the doggie links because I have been thinking hard about it. I think getting a dog (completely impractical) maybe my midlife crisis.

ETA: And of course, I want to get a Newfoundland. The hairiest, drooliest, biggest dog around.

I need to vent for a second. I'm reading various articles and posts about the Nashville flooding, and I keep encountering variations on "WE didn't whine about being victims, WE just helped each other." Am I totally addled to read this as a taking a shot at poor black Katrina victims? Because that's how I'm reading it and it is making me angry. (Please note: I do not mean to minimize the damage done or life lost in Tennessee and Kentucky, nor do I mean to imply that all Tenneseans are racist.)

I just walked into the men's room on my floor at work. Am mortified. Luckily the only person I saw was a man washing his hands and I was out in like 2 seconds. He's not in my dept thankfully. Horribly embarrassed.

The locker rooms at my gym don't have actual doors. I've walked into the guy's area more than once. Same door, different floors. Ugh.

Thanksfully, never saw any gentlemen parts, or got caught.

And of course, I want to get a Newfoundland. The hairiest, drooliest, biggest dog around.

Do you have experience with the breed, Sue?

A couple of weeks ago, I walked into the mens' locker room at the YMCA with the kids. I didn't realize it until Owen said, "Why are we going into the boys' locker room?"

Ooops.

Aww, Newfies! I love big black dogs (Rotties, Newfies, black labs).

Am I totally addled to read this as a taking a shot at poor black Katrina victims?

Nope. I'm seeing the same things, and just a disturbing tendency in general to compare the flooding to Katrina, and it's pinging me the same way. I don't always think it's a conscious desire to belittle the victims of Katrina -- and I haven't seen anyone actually asserting that our flooding was anywhere near as bad as Katrina -- but it is, at the very least, really distasteful. There's a natural tendency to play up the drama inherent in one's own situation, but (as one commenter put it so well) "nobody wins in the Disaster Olympics."