FWIW, when I went to the actual Uber Boston office, the majority of the applicants I saw were obvious minorities, but only one other woman among them.

Today was the first day that I saw another Uber car in the wild -- while stopped in traffic, I noticed the car next to me had the app open on a dashboard holder.

Knowing the streets and general geography is a definite plus -- the navigation of the app is actually pretty good, but passenger GPS is even better. Unless they have even less clue than I do (not uncommon) in which case I'm totally justified in following the meandering course.

My cubicle neighbors are haunting various electronics sites, hunting for good Black "Friday" deals. They're calling out the ones they find to each other. "But what if there's a better deal tomorrow? Or Friday?" "I don't know, dude. Do what you gotta do."

Well I am home and now developing a cooking/baking strategy. mac has not left his bed all day.

wrong decision! He should have been up doing al the chores that needed doing. the dumb it burns.

anyhoo. I now need music to cook by.

I'm watching an Iron Chef rerun, and Gina Torres is one of the judges. As usual, she looks and sounds stunning.

I keep telling myself I need to get all the digital copies of Girl Genius, but the screens I have to look at it seem awful small. Then I think of buying the dead tree versions, then I realize I'll need to do the middle-aged hold-it-out-at-arm's-length to read it thing.

One of things I like about the Marvel app on my tablet is that it zooms in, with nice resolution, on individual panels, so the text is nice and readable. It makes my middle aged eyes happy.

Gah, one of the aunts who will be at Thanksgiving tomorrow just posted an image on FB that says "I am Officer Darren Wilson."

I should just start drinking now, straight through until tomorrow night.

Now, I should note that she's honestly the first pro-Wilson post I've seen in my FB feed, because my friends list is an echo chamber (and/or people who realize that if they agree with a seriously racist imbalance of power, they shouldn't actually post about it). So in that regard I'm lucky. Where I'm unlucky is wondering if dinner tomorrow is going to be Dante's 7th ring of racist hell.

Oh crap, I should think about some conversational topics for tomorrow. So there's the Patriots and the weather...

Maybe I can just stick to talking Serial with my cousin and avoid the other side of the family.

Timelies all!

Going to Gary's mom's house for Thanksgiving, as usual. I suspect it will be just the three of us, so conversation won't be too dangerous. (Boring, if genealogy stuff gets discussed, perhaps.)

Teppy, maybe a shelter or something might take the comics for kids. There may not be enough alcohol to survive Thanksgiving.

Costco this close to Thanksgiving? I am not that brave.

I had to run out and pick up a few things today and I hated every second of both stores.

msbelle, whenever Liv is angry with me, she facetimes me to tell me how disappointed in me she is. I have video evidence.

You know, I'm kind of looking forward to working tomorrow and not having to make conversation with people I barely know. I appreciate the offers I've received from people who don't want me to be alone, but I don't want to be That Guest.

In any case, work is bringing in the basics of a Thanksgiving Dinner, and I'll have people I've at least known for a few years around me, so it's a more convivial T-day than I've had in years (Hubby and I always went to a buffet and tipped big).