Black-Eyed Peas--kudos to them for doing it live, but I am underwhelmed.

Fergie's Axl Rose impression cracked me up.

Me, too. I haven't ever liked them live much. If it's a Fergie solo, yeah, I'm good with it. Ohterwise, as a group I find them underwhelming.

-t, I struck out on the lamb, dang it. I like it in my moussaka, makes it more authentic. I caved and picked up a pound of ground chuck, instead. The store I shopped at is usually pretty reliable about having it in. They usually have a good sized freezer section for it, but it was empty today. Woe. The roads and the store was empty, but so were the shelves! The produce was pretty badly picked over and I couldn't find the exact lettuce blend I wanted so I had to sub on that, too. I did, however, score chips and queso. Whoot! So I'm noshing on those and a Sam Adams.

I wonder how many LEDs they used for the halftime show....

Quite underwhelming. The half time show needs to be bombastic.

CJ decided he REALLY wanted chili, so he buzzed to the store and got me some tomatoes. Now he is eating chili with saltines while I nosh on shrimp and cocktail sauce.

Too bad, Sail, but moussaka with a couple of substitutions still sounds pretty good. And chips + cheese + beer = win.

I like Fergie's singing with Slash. But the rest of it sounded sort of ...thin?

And I do love Fergie's boots.

Back home. NOT ON, NATURE. NOT ON. At least, not in my dad's FRONT FUCKING YARD.

Matilda actually said, "Mommy, you better come over here. I found a snake." Her old preschool had regular let's-greet-nature science classes, so all I can think is that at some point during one of the reptile visits the teachers drilled the "Never, never touch without a grown-up" rule into them all.

Seriously. A rattlesnake (a wee one, but rattling) less than an arm's length from my barefoot 4-year-old. Every time I let myself think about how easily, how quickly she could have been bitten I freak the fuck out. I know to look out for stairs, sharp edges, scissors and knives, double-parked cars with inattentive drivers, intrusively friendly strangers and all the rest of it. But rattlesnakes?

Gah. And we drank up all the gin last night, damnit.

My dad's calling the county's deadly wildlife department (called Vector Control - no wonder we couldn't find it in the phone book) tomorrow morning. That snake is awfully little and, barring some random asshole tossing it over my dad's fence into the yard, it can't have traveled too far from wherever it was hatched. Which means siblings and possibly parents and who knows what kind of reptilian extended family. DO NOT WANT.

bon bon, where?

Kings/Got Sushi, on Reseda. Nearish to Mandarin Deli.

I'm at the Residence Inn. They've got a sweet setup downstairs-- the game on a projection screen in front of the pool, with a firepit and grill running. Would be nice if I was interested!