Louisiana Street is downtown. I'm way the hell out, so I will come to you.

Downtown is fine in that it's centrally located, but if you're interested in stuff like the museums and the zoo, most of that is in the Museum District. There's also the Galleria Area. Any of those places will have bad traffic at bad traffic times.

You looking for a big hotel? Bed and breakfast type? I don't have much personal experience, but I can certainly tell you about nearby cool stuff and ease of transportation.

If Jenny is filling Elizabth's wackaloon quotient, I wonder who they will find to fill Joy Bahar's straight talking quotient.

This place looks cute:

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Sorry your review was not good Jesse. More fodder for job searching?

Oh, I mean, it was fine -- small raise, small bonus -- but it just totally points out that I need a new job, because I don't want to do the things that are job growth here! I want to do different things! In a different job! Job search is the worst.

This is a nice location: [link]

FINALLY called about a downspout replacement, and this time I have an actual time that they'll come out to make a bid, so it won't get 'lost' again.

Now need to compile garage door places, so I can finally start using my garage. Couple people had names, have to track that down. Will probably end up being where my August mortgage payment goes. (Because of the timing of all of this, I don't have an August payment. Last on old mortgage was this month, first of new is September.)

(Note, this is my attempt to not 'waste' a vacation day. Because I fee like if I'm taking a vacation day, I Ought To Do Something, be it vacationing or accomplishing something needed. As opposed to sitting on my ass & noodling around because it is too damn hot to want to even attempt the Outside.)

I have a whole twitter list full of people talking about tossing hot pockets into the deep fryer.

Now I'm thinking about how good that must taste!

Unhealthy as hell, but probably tasty.

They have then gone on to talk about rolling a pop tart in dough mix and frying those.

I am trying very hard not to respond to my cousin's friend, who is white, who says that the Trayvon Martin case has nothing to do with race, and that her kids know better than to walk around in a neighborhood where they don't live at night in the rain wearing a hoodie. I am nearly positive that I have done that -- put on a sweatshirt, walk to a friend's apartment, start to walk home, it starts raining, there aren't any cabs, so I put up the hood of my sweatshirt and keep walking. And I was taught how to keep an eye out and stay safe myself when I'm walking around in a city at night, but no one ever thought it necessary to teach me how to not be seen as a threat, and if the reason for that isn't obvious, then this woman is living in some kind of fantasy world. (This was in response to a link about how young black men are taught how to appear not-scary. She said she's taught her kids the same things that are mentioned in the link as things that black parents teach their sons.)

(OK, and from looking at this person's page, her kids are both female, blonde, and younger than 14 or so. I now call total bullshit on the idea that she has taught them how to appear non-threatening to strangers. And I responded to her, because apparently my "I will not respond" willpower can last only ten minutes.)