Record Royal Family Turnout for the Cross Country.

Uh...which is not to make light of your uncle,

He was the only good one on that side of the family too.

just that it made me think of the friend whose uncle died in an airplane crash, while he was driving a bus (Italian air traffic control not so good with small planes???), and that always takes me to the pig movie place.

It's something that the military is aware of, but tends to get glossed over, but massive troop deployment always winds up taking its share of casualties on shit like that. I was surprised to find out that friendly fire accounts for about 20% of battle casualties.

Timelies all!

First day at the new job, and I didn't do very much. Not my fault, the IT person didn't get over to the lab to set up my computer.(Same computer I had at the old lab. The summer student and I brought it over.)

I feel all virtuous & shit. When I was in the mountains this weekend, I found someone's Visa card on the ground by the trailhead. So I just googled the guy up and called him, and I'm going to go mail it back to him. Go me.

Go you, indeed!

To make myself feel better, I went and got an overpriced pork torta and agua de jamaica from a taco truck, while returning my one remaining library book. Mmmm.....delicious feelings.

I just dressed down a developer where a bunch of people could hear me, but I'm really over coddling his feelings. And I sent out a "can you help us debug?" email on his behalf to two other developers, because I don't trust him to communicate anymore. And if he is pissed about that, he can just step up his game and get there before I do.

Man, I just kind of out of nowhere remember my tween obsession with Lobsang Rampa (took me less time than I'd expected to remember the name, considering), and my deep conviction (read: desperate wish) that he was telling the truth about his mysticism/magic, despite being a plumber from Devon. His were the sort of books we weren't allowed to have in the house, that my mother would pitch a fit if she found. And, yeah, no real surprise there. At best, fetishistic appropriation. At best.

I just saw a post of a giraffe in a pool on tumblr and was about to submit to good stuff an. Then I realized it was good stuff.

As for falling out of the back of a pickup, that death happened multiple times in my hometown. They were all teenagers, although it was super common before the days of mini vans for all the kids to ride in the bed while the parents were in the cab. I think there even used to be sort of make shift seats on the wheels. But I am thinking there was some screwing around and or alcohol involved in the deaths. I will say that riding in the back of a pickup is nowhere near as drifting as riding in the back of a moving van and I am a scaredy cat!

Whoa, cable guy showed up unexpectedly, with neither of us really dressed. Nothing like hiding under a blanket while someone messes with your TV.

How did he get into your place, Dana?