Dang sorry to hear so many of you are having a Monday of a Friday.

Eh, Dana, sometimes you just need a place to focus your worry.

Also, I have no real idea why I'm treating him like someone who's never been away from the farm, rather than an actual grown man, but I've been doing it all day.

I'm guessing it's because you've both had a crap couple of weeks, and everything is heightened in that kind of situation. Calm~ma to you.

So, I just did my nails two-tone for the first time! And I'm...not used to it. I think they look weird. Ah well -- I can redo them Sunday. They are grey with silver tips/halves, so not that crazy, really.

Our seatmate has his headphones on, and he is singing along with his music - LOUDLY. Does he not realize that he is not using his inside voice?

There was a woman doing that in the Y locker room tonight. Not the first one I've encountered. I don't get it. Raised by wolves? Laughing hyenas? I mean, I REALLY don't get it. I sorta get the women who sing in the shower, and kinda love the women who break out the gospel singing in the pool after their senior aqua-aerobics on weekend mornings.

106 here in the city today. 101 at 8 pm. I win?

ita...I think you need to throw everyone under the bus, with righteous ire.

Did mah nails too. But mine are just classic french tip glue ons.

Haircut tomorrow. Which...at least I'll be out in the country, though it probably won't be any cooler.

Oooh, lightning!

Holy sheeit. I knew there was lightning, but I just took a look at the radar and a doozy is about to hit.

More holy shit: I was on the phone and heard an enormous crash. The wind had blown my neighbor's very streamlined, up-against-the-wall deck furniture over and moved her grill 5 feet. Relocated it all so that it hopefully won't take flight.

Shit. I need to go secure my recycling bin.

And the power just flickered.

And the 2nd floor threshold is leaking like hell. I threw a tarp up there and am literally soaked to the skin after 30 seconds. Thunder sounds like bombs going off and looks it too. Breakers flipping with power flickers have me running all over the place. Fuckit, I've put up the tarp, reset the breakers, bucket and towel where they need to be, I'm going out on the porch to smoke and watch the show.

I just took a look at the radar and a doozy is about to hit.

Crazy. Assed. Storm. It's not even raining here, but the wind is like nothing I've seen outside of a hurricane. Only without the hurricane. Freaky.

Man, the consultants on Person of Interest are not doing their jobs. It's some of the worst gunhandling I've seen in a long time.

They have the protagonist literally shoot from the hip, and not even in a "I'm so cool I don't need to line up to aim" way. Just a "hey, bullet coming now!" way. And the guy that plays the partner of the main cop--his form is just atrocious. Standing there, drawing a bead on the bad guys you're talking to--your elbows shouldn't be pointing outwards. And on your way out of the building you have your finger on the trigger and keep drawing the line of fire across your body parts.

The female cop is much better. She has her finger in a sensible position, and her stance is much more likely to stand up to recoil.

I like to think that as a viewing audience we've gained some knowledge about this stuff--and it's pretty much always going to make your characters look tougher, at least better than the gun akimbo stance. It's not a big deal to correct...people with good gun handling reflexes are cooler and sexier than the whole rest of the world. Trufax. I did a survey of the lurkers in email.