::still running around in circles like an overcaffeinated chihuahua::

Video or it didn't happen.

No video - sorry.

But, this was fun. After the win I had to go walk down the block to the corner store to get some milk. Matilda wanted to come with me.

So, we're out on the street and she starts chanting: "Let's Go Giants"

In that rally cadence that would be familiar to anybody that's ever gone to a game.

"Let's Go Giiii-ants!" Clap Clap Clap-Clap-Clap

And as she's skipping down the street chanting this, drivers are honking the clap part for her.

"Let's Go Giii-ants!" Honk Honk Honk-Honk-Honk.

Like, five different drivers as they went down the street the other direction.

It's pandemonium out there. Sirens. People screaming out windows. Everybody converging on Mays plaza at the ballpark. Horns honking. Fireworks going off.

How cool!

In more me news: I think I have a fever. No wonder I slept for hours after work.

Aw, shit, ita. I wish your body would get on the "treat ita right" train.

Congrats to those excited by a Giants win.

I haven't napped. Went downstairs and cleaned the kitchen more. Then put an icepack on.

Spent time trying to make my artist profile on Ping. Have a whopping 2 followers.

Sleep well, folks!

Oh, by the way, when Tim Lincecum was handed the WS trophy, the announcer said, "How does it look?"

Timmy glanced down and said, "Shiny."

Shout out?! Probably not. It is shiny.

I can still hear the roars and cheering out my back door.

And now...sirens.

Don't riot, dumbasses!

I just heard someone on Twitter mention "riot" and I really hope they're engaging in hyperbole. People who riot over sports victories or losses make me sick to my stomach. Don't do it, SF.

I have decided that 'riot' is only acceptable if preceded by any of: 'quiet', 'laugh' or 'Britney Spears sex-'.

Feel better, sumi.

Yay for happies, sports people!

Bonny, those pictures are wonderful--especially the twofer one. You both look very happy with yourselves and each other. I love the coloring, too--eternal summer.

I've been wearing a custom rigid biteplate/nightguard thing for nearly 20 years. It took me several months to get used to it, but once I did, I find I can't sleep without it. It's clear--probably the same thing as the "invisible" braces you exchange periodically to align your teeth, and they used to be used with bleaching gel to whiten teeth. It's clear, and I have worn it to work on very high tension days. It was barely noticeable dealing with the public.

Mine's lexan, or bulletproof. There's a hole chewed in it at one point, and another hole actually fractured off one side of it. Worked out well, because soon after that happened I had a bridge installed on that side and would have had to have it modified to fit around the bridge.

When I set up care with the new dentist after we moved, he wanted to see my nightguard. He wanted to make sure I had actually been wearing it. He looked at it and held it, sort of...reverently. It's pretty battlescarred--but it saved my marriage. I don't grind my teeth hard enough and loud enough to wake H up, and the daily debilitating tension headaches are a thing of the past.

Rigid nightguards are our friends.

Just read more. Apparently people are getting out of hand in the Outer Mission. Dammit.

ION:

Dear Nice But Weird Neighbor:

How many times do you have to spend hours yelling & whistling while walking around the block, annoying your neighbors, before you realize that letting your dogs cruise around off-leash is the cause of your (and our) problem?