Timelies all!

Well, we had gotten tickets to today's playoff game when they were made available. Then we found out when the game was(1 pm. No, we didn't go.) Ah, well.

That doesn't sound like my building.

Still, scary. I've come home to firetrucks on my block, but again, luckily not for my building.

I wonder if I could get that printed on an oversized mug.

Heh. I was just thinking that (and just saved the image to my hard drive, because I actually have a Zazzle account and a folder full of public-domain images I've stumbled on that look like they belong on beverage containers).

Also, despite pretty severe depression I can usually tell sadness from anger because the latter comes with a jolt of need-to-punch-some-asshole adrenalin (regardless of whether there's an identifiable asshole to be punched), and the former makes me want to lie down and never punch anything again.

And I'm not clicking on sexy Bert and Ernie, and I also won't leave messages on a number with a general nameless message in no recognizable voice (unless someone like Polgara -- or my dad, but I think this may be the only thing on earth he has in common with Polgara [no, wait, he likes Buffy! Two things! But just those two] -- has warned me in advance).

Once fire trucks arrived at my old apartment just ask I was leaving. I asked a fireman if I should go back in and grab my cat. He said, "If you want to."

That doesn't sound like my building.

Fingers crossed. Me, I just found out that there was a shooting at Argyle and Kenmore less than an hour ago.

shrift,

Argyle and Kenmore less than an hour ago

I assume these are streets, otherwise you are in a tough Sears store.

Heh.

Can PBS survive without a government subsidy? Considering that only about $1.35 per year of our tax dollars goes to fund PBS which allows PBS to avoid pandering to commercial interests -- against the $40, $80 or $120 dollars per month that most cable subscribers pay in order to be allowed to watch commercials -- I'd say us taxpayers are getting a hell of a bargain.

So my feline companion and all my things are safe and sound. I walked the length of the block and couldn't figure out where the fire was.

Glad the Chicagoistas and their felines are safe.

I have such a crush on the family that just came by for a consult! Baby is unbearably cute with face-splitting gummy grins alternating with deeply serious 50-yard stares, mom is weary and wry, dad is a giant moose with a wild man beard almost to his navel, and the parents are talking to each other with a very Buffista-ish combination of cryptic verbal shorthand and glorious polysyllabic portmanteaus and archaicisms. Plus, they talk to the baby exactly the way I talked to Matilda at that age:

Dad: So, how's your day been going? Any observations on how we've implemented the agenda so far?

Baby: Glah!

Mom: Oh, that's interesting. I never thought of it that way, but I see your point.

Baby: Beeh!

Dad: That raises a point I hadn't considered. It calls for a thorough, cogent rebuttal, but unfortunately you are too darn cute.

I seriously want to adopt them all, right now.