Oh, yes, lots of ~ma for Betsy, erika.

Pandora rules! You gotta have a heavy hand with the thumb's down, though.

I finally had to destroy the Goo Goo Dolls because even though I don't particularly dislike them, I never actually want to listen to them.

I just have one station that has all my music on it, which confuses the crap out of Pandora, I'm sure. I've just gone from Kill Hannah to the Eames Era to Crystal Method to Coldplay to Tegan and Sara.

What are people doing this weekend?

Haircut today! (Work at home Fridays are amazingly useful.) Then going dancing tonight with the StuntHusband. Saturday is seeing my parents and running some errands with them, and then writing, writing, and more writing, with a break to take photos of the clothes for the closet culling sale.

Our alarm clock is set to KEXP. I frequently don't register it when it goes off. If I had my way, I'd have an iPod dock alarm clock, and it would play the MCR cover of "Astro Zombies" every morning. Pete does not agree with this plan.

Speaking of music, even Neil Young has gotten into the "Double Rainbow" act: [link]

What are people doing this weekend?

Tonight, opening night of Agnes the Barbarian. Tomorrow is quite busy. Have to stop by my comic book store for the sale, mail a Dexter bobblehead to a friend, get an oil change, go to an audition in Concord, and then off to the city for final Hephaestus rehearsal followed by the show. And then three potential post-show activities to choose from. Sunday, no plans as of yet.

I pretty much suspect that the only alarm that would actually work would be a Clocky. Or it could just end up dead in a distant corner of the room, with me curled up over its wee fragmented machine-body, still holding the sledgehammer, sound asleep and with no memory of ever having chased it down to destroy it.

Yes, I am confused by mornings and all that they contain.

Watermelons + 10,000 volts of electricity = awesome explosions

What happens when you pump a whopping 10,000 volts of juice into a helpless watermelon? Instant watermelon salad, that's what. You'll just need to gather up the pieces from the blast radius.

Is this a waste of both electricity and perfectly good watermelons? Maybe. But if it was done in the name of science, was it really a waste? What about if it was just done in the name of seeing fun explosions?

Mama-bear bloodlust is in force again. My "nephew" is being a jerk on Kelly's FB page. I want to lay the smack down bad but I promised her (and myself) I'd stay out of it. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Thanks for the dog -ma. Now her allergies have given her a cough, too. But it seems to be a little less as the day goes on and she was totally psyched by my corned-beef sandwich.(she got a little meat) I think she is probably going to be all right now, but of course dog coughs can mean all kinds of horrifying things, according to Dr. Google, DVM.

When I was little I had a UN book of folk tales that included one from an Arabic country (I think it was Allah who was their god) about a thief who was injured breaking into a house and who tried to sue the homeowner. In the end, the blame in the case went from homeowner to carpenter to lovely lady who distracted the carpenter to god who made her so beautiful.

Does anyone know where this story is from and where I could find the text again?

In other news, end day, end. Only three meetings to go.