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.

The wind here was INSANE. Irene wasn't this bad (just much, much more sustained.)

I still have leaking, it is just slower. Really need to fix that. Wind is so crazy it was driving rain into my skylight. Luckily, that drains into the tub.

Isn't a teacup-grip, with the body positioned at a diagonal, to provide the least amount of target to shoot at, generally the accepted beginner shooting position, with a handgun at least?

That sideways, gangsta-shooting position always makes me scream at the screen, "DUMBASS! You don't shoot to look cool; you shoot to hit your friggin' TARGET!"

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.

Testify.

The weather is insano. I went into the Japanese grocery store and it was 104. I shopped for maybe 40 minutes. Came outside, it was totally storming (and got my car a little wet because I had the windows down a bit) and 76. Dropped 30 degrees in a little more than a half an hour.

The SO is on his first pre-tour tour date. So, Dana, I understand your impulses. I told him specifically, I am not going to worry about what you have or don't have with you. You're on your own. But then I ran down the checklist before he left anyway. So apparently I can't give that up. But I seriously need to not treat it like he can't function without me. Sure he will forget things and likely leave clothing all over the midwest, but that is not on me to be concerned with.