So Spike the Snake is not an ex-snake, but an escaped snake. Hey, he might come back. Basements are chilly. He might show up for a saucer of milk if the basement is mouseless and he's hungry.

Consider the cost of freedom, Brother Snake!

Heh, yeah, the snakes, they are wiley, and manage to escape the commercially patented escaped-proof tanks a bit too often.

This is escaped snake, and escaped SPIKE, number 2. I don't get snakes. I don't get his love for them, other than the cool gross factor. But at sixish months old Spike was able to tourniquet my hand pretty well, at only three-quarters an inch in diameter. If I can't hug the pet, or have a pleasant sensation petting it, Do Not Want.

But I remember when my cat got stuck inside the roof after playing in the crawlspace of the top floor, and I almost threw up over images of her rotting inside the walls, and got no sleep, and it may not be the same thing for him, and I may not understand the love, but it was his pet, and he lost it, and is probably feeling really shitty because it's the second time. I'm sure he's beating himself up enough about the lack loyalty in snakes, and I'm sure my father is too. (Not unlike the time he fell down the slippery stairs we have, and the first words out of dads mouth aren't "are you okay?" but "were you drinking?".

I want to clarify that the original reason I posted this is because of the warm fuzzies my brother gave me in his final send-off. I smiled so big it hurt and made me want to cry.

There's this poster up at work encouraging coming out at the workplace. It has thumbnail pics of people that did and apparently felt better. The men are identified as gay, most women as lesbian, one queer, one transgender, and one as a lesbian evangelist. Which just sounds weird. Like she's trying to convince women to be gay. I'm assuming she is about convincing women to come out. But either way, it's a strange sexual/gender identity.

Sara, have you seen Hotel Rwanda before?

Newp. I knew the story, though. Still ooof.

Even if I don't share your love, losing hurts. All there is to know is there is grief. A warm I'm sorry is a balm.

Need to go to bed, don't I?

Like she's trying to convince women to be gay.

Yeah, that's totally what it sounds like.

You know, if I could get some of the random shit out my head, god knows what I could get done. I'm watching a random ancient L&O, and recognize the little kid who played the kid on New York Undercover later.

I suck at planning. For the record.

You do OK.

I'm assuming she is about convincing women to come out. But either way, it's a strange sexual/gender identity

That's very weird indeed. Especially for a work poster, honestly. I mean, I know a lot of people with kinda odd sexual/gender identities (including someone who identifies as a "gendernaut"), but...probably wouldn't necessarily use those for a POSTER AT WORK. (Also, I find that poster a little odd. I mean, really?? It's nice to know I CAN come out at work, but a poster sponsored by work ENCOURAGING me to?? I'd be like "save the money and give me a bonus instead...seriously...")

Lesbians hardly need to be evangelists, men do fine on their own.

Just came back from a neighborhood Italian restaurant, and I'm still kind of shocked at how far yelp is from reality if you've been to an actual good Italian place. I was in the mood for red sauce Italian, but still. If you ask a waiter what kind of reds they have by the glass, and he rattles off "merlot, cabernet sauvignon, chianti, pinot noir," who confidently chooses from that list? It's just dispiriting.