You're close enough to racing this weekend that I can see your weather, sara. You don't have a window. Stay safe and don't swim in a storm.

Well, after tonight, I should be good. And besides, they won't LET me swim in a storm. The pool manager might be willing to indulge me and let me finish my swim before he shuts down the pool so he can take a break to pee and make more calls (his guard didn't show and had no backup last night, but he waited until I was done even though I volunteered to let him kick me out for a bit, as I was the only one in the pool!) but lightning is apparently non-negotiable.

So I put on "Ladyhawke" - Beau hasn't seen it (!). I hadn't seen this film in like 15 years. I had forgotten the cheesy 80s music at least at the beginning of the movie.

Alan Parson did the music - which should give you an idea of the cheese.

Anyway, Beau also confessed he hasn't seen War Games!

WTF?

- I told him: I don't know you anymore.

Heh.

My neighbor just posted a video of some serious cloud rotation from the vantage of her back deck from just a little bit ago. I thought I saw some much earlier, but couldn't see all of it for the roofs across the alley. This is whack weather. Tornados and some significant damage throughout the region.

There's no excuse for Beau unless he's, like, twelve. Which I fervently hope he's not.

Now I want to watch Ladyhawke.

I don't understand why anything grunge would be on Etsy. Isn't it (grunge) pretty much thrift store/hand-me-down stuff?

(Loosly) speaking of search terms, if you search for "real-estate mogul" on Bing the results include a photo of my nephew kicking my ass at Monopoly.

Anyway, Beau also confessed he hasn't seen War Games!

This is tragic and must be fixed AT ONCE.

Week 3 of biking to work, and today I had my first accident. Dumbass teenager doing skateboard tricks in the bike lane tried to do that jump-and-flip thing and sent his skateboard right underneath my front wheel. I'm more or less fine - thank GOD I was wearing a helmet. Judging my the nasty scrapes on my shoulder, arm, and leg, I hit the ground easily hard enough to open a big head wound if I hadn't been protected. (And on a lesser note, thank god I hit the ground on the opposite side from the pocket where my phone was. Or that kid would have owed me $600 for an out-of-contract replacement.)

And then a fellow bike commuter stopped and offered to put my chain back on while I picked up all the stuff that had gone flying, and I went on my way home.

Conclusion: dumbass kids stay out of the fucking bike lane!

Replace your helmet, please.

Signed,

My biking dad has landed on his head way too many times and you only get to do that once on each helmet, cause it is compromised after that. (Seriously, he did a demo of why because we are dorks like that!)

Replace your helmet, please.

Cosigned.

I think phone cases are like that and I pushed mine too far and now have a crack on my screen. I knew I'd basically dropped it and taken all of the life that the case had but I put it off. Don't do that with things that hold your BRAIN.

And I am glad you are okay. Bike wrecks can be very scary. Advil and hot water are probably your bestest friends. I don't recall if you have a bathtub but showers will do.

I'm glad you were wearing your helmet, too, Jessica, and weren't hurt worse.

No. I do not want flannel shirts and ripped denim shorts with my silver ankhs and black lace, thanks

I'd wear that (possibly unfortunately--the heart wants what it wants). But I wouldn't call it Goth when I did.