Loki is totally creeped out when I come home smelling like other cats. OK, cleaning. NOW.

Before today, I've read that a Ryan pick would be good for Obama.

Today I've read that the Ryan pick shows Romney feels he's behind and needs to take a gamble.

ION, I'm driving to Clintonville today to watch the Perseids with my family.

And I stopped thinking of Clintonville as home once my parents sold the farm.

Before today, I've read that a Ryan pick would be good for Obama. Today I've read that the Ryan pick shows Romney feels he's behind and needs to take a gamble.

Both statements could well be true, of course (as I believe they were if applied to Palin in 2008).

Heh. Kristol advocated for both Palin and Ryan.

Also, once again Romney is catering to the far-right wing.

Eta: I mean, Romney has been consistently caving to the far-right wing.

So I'm reading about the latest magical kitchen thing. Precision induction cooktop. So hyperbole, blah blah blah. One of the testimonials so far is "My husband loves it. He can grill indoors, rather than going outside. He can join us as a family." Suddenly his story is more interesting that the portable 1/4 stove. Why can't her husband go outside? What was happening beforehand? Were they repeatedly grilling outside, and he was stuck inside, pawing sadly at the patio door?

WHAT PROBLEM IS THIS SOLVING FOR YOU????

I find it fascinating in the age of TiVo and the web that they claim they have "act now" specials--my TV is counting down 7 minutes and lower, but the web page seems to be offering me the same (typically seductive, but with an unspecified "shipping and processing" charge) without any sort of time limit.

Why can't her husband go outside? What was happening beforehand?

I assumed his family were the ones inside, at the dinner table or such like, while he was stuck outside at the grill, cooking the meat as menfolk are wont to do.

You know what--every time I've seen (I've never lived it), the outdoor Daddy grilling also has outdoor eating.

So there's no separation.

Now, when the mother is cooking, she's typically alone in the kitchen. But the stereotypical weekend grill-up is a convivial everyone's around thing.

I mean, does anyone give a fuck if Mummy has company? Does she want company?

If Daddy wants company, then my question flips around: why can't the rest of the family just go the fuck outside? That's what's happening in the TV grill scenarios....

I heart my induction cooker, but there's no way it fills the same need as my Weber grill.

Although I would watch some Iron Chef: Astronaut vs Caveman pitting them head to head.

I heart my tea machine. It's brewing me some dragon pearl jasmine right now.

If it disappeared right now, I'd grab my 20% coupon and go get another one. It's made some of my experimental tea purchases not just drinkable--delicious--in a way my forgetful manual brewing wasn't pulling off consistently, and my favourite tea is now crack.

I;ve had the Jamaican national anthem going through my head--pure suggestion, since I haven't seen any medal ceremonies--and now a chant from sports day at my prep school is going over and over again:

You wrong fi trouble Sangsters, you wrong
You wrong fi trouble Sangsters, you wrong,
Cause Sangsters is top rankin',
And rankin' don't get spankin;
You wrong fi trouble Sangsters, you wrong.

Over and over and over again....

I'm going to have to try some Dragon Pearl Jasmine at some point, even without a magic tea maker of my own. I have yet to settle on my one true green tea, maybe that will be it.

Do you think maybe those Act Now offers never were really time critical? Those sneaky bastards.