My ex-boyfriend's boyfriend works in the office next door to the ESB. He's okay, but is "complaining that they can't get lunch because everything is shut down to 23rd st." smh

"complaining that they can't get lunch because everything is shut down to 23rd st." smh

That's how we cope!

Not a big incident like NY, just a Thursday night.

Jesus.

He then got into a shootout with the police, and then 9 or so bystanders got injured in the crossfire (many were probably shot by the police).

Ugh.

It's Friday, maybe I'll start drinking now.

Yeah, he basically said he was sick of fighting it and was just going to let it go, and that everybody knew who won those 7 tours and those medals anyway.

Man, the weather has broken here, which is great, because I think the weather might affect my headaches before I actually get miserable (I don't mind mopping the sweat--it's when the head hurts or I can't sleep that I'm bothered--or when I need to be naked to cope), but I can't get my apartment to stop being stuffy. I've been keeping my front door at least a bit open, but my apartment's not tidy enough for that...first thing you see is all my pill bottles, great impression to make on people I don't talk to...and it's distracting when I'm working and impossible when I'm on calls, but I want oxygen, dammit!

Also, this is possibly the dumbest question ever, but Why Does everything to do with theatre have to involve such DRAMA!?!

The students do this 24 Hour Play Festival. I have nothing to do with it. I am not involved. I do not know what happens with costumes. I have no answers.

I was invited to a preliminary meeting with the leaders to tell them about costumes (other tech area heads also invited).

I replyed saying- Can you invite one of the costume interns as I can't tell you what happens and they can.

I am still copied in on 14 thousand emails scheduling the meeting.

I am then invited to the meeting.

I ask- did someone from costumes get invited?

They tell me who is working on costumes.

I say I know, but were any of them invited to the meeting?

The kid in charge says- no, because we are meeting with them in 2 days to tell them what they will be doing.

I reply- But if you don't invite them to the first meeting, you won't know what they are doing, because I DON'T KNOW AND WILL NOT BE AT THE MEETING.

So now, they are invited all the students- not just costumes, and the production manager sent out a super snarly email about it. And I think they still do not understand at all that it just needed to be one person from costumes invited instead of me because I don't know anything. And now I want to kill people.

So this kitten was hiding in the engine compartment of a minivan from four pit-bulls. (The kitten is OK.) Check out all the damage to the minivan after the pit-bulls chewed through the bumper and fender. They even punctured a tire.

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The vehicle's owner changed the tire on Monday and drove 25 miles from Banning to Palm Springs before he discovered the 7-week-old kitten, which had moved into a hollow part of the front bumper.

The Desert Sun of Palm Springs reports an animal control officer freed the kitten following a 40-minute process that involved removing the bumper.

The kitten is OK and available for adoption at the Palm Springs Animal Shelter.

Named "Fender Lynx" after where she was located and for her ear tips, the animal was described as an American short-haired tabby, CBS affiliate KPSP Palm Springs reported.

We have the classic desert thing going on now; we open everything up at night and close it first thing in the morning and it stays lovely in the house all day. It was 77 inside and 97 outside one day earlier in the summer. But it's getting so nice and cool at night that it's been topping out at about 74 inside all day. Which is great. I still need to do some shading for the office side of the house, but for now we're past the worst of it. And monsoon is lovely because it rains every day.

Man, for about an hour from 6:00 today I thought it was Saturday. Like I almost sent a pissy text to my farmers' market friend wondering if she was going to the market without me. Okay, not pissy, exactly, but I did wonder why we hadn't made plans yet. Uh, because we usually make plans on Friday, that's why.

Anyway, the upside means I can run some errands today I thought were going to have to wait until Saturday to do. Because there's a bunch of work I can't do, because it is still sitting on the tour van, which is in some unspecified place in Albuquerque, the people tending to it having left before the SO got his stuff out. So I guess we're headed back there on Tuesday to retrieve his gear, and also all our mailing list signups.

But that's fine, gives me some time off to do the rest of the office stuff before then.

Am I unusually cynical in that I assume that all elite athletes in some sports are probably doping? And cycling is perhaps the biggest. I have assumed that Armstrong (and everybody else) was doping all along.

Didn't Armstrong generally use VERY specific language when talking about it, like "I passed x number of tests," rather than saying, "I didn't dope"?

Saying "I didn't get caught" is way different than "I didn't do it."

Yeah, "I have never had a positive test" is pretty much as close as you can get to saying "you never caught me" outright.