OMGWIND.

I half think I got windburn walking from the garage into the office. Ow.

I slept through the night with no disturbing intruder/ghost/dreams, and the dog is still asleep next to me. I did have the dream where you`re chewing gum and the gum just keeps getting bigger until it fills your whole mouth and then you have to take it out but it sticks to your teeth. But to make up for that, it happened in an ethnic music instruments store where I saw a drum luke an oud I`d never seen before. I was surprised because I thought I knew about all percussion instruments, but it turns out I just mad this one up too. Way to go brain, very creative.
 
I would also like to say I have never tried to proselytize anyone on the plane. Although when I was a wee thing I did once say non-denominational to an unsuspecting nice businessman who`d asked where I was going (church trip) and then what church.
 
We are too rural to get Mormons anymore, but we used to because this is a big town for them. We made friends with our cute tie wearing pair that came to our house and spent a lot of time talking to them, although we established at the beginning (like timeshare) that we wouldn`t be converting. I think they were just happy to have a conversation instead of a closed door.

I've only ever had one Mormon come at me with conversion attempt, but I was alone in my mom's house, housecleaning and dancing to an LP of Belafonte's second Carnegie Hall concert, so he got distracted by the excellence of Belafonte and we had a short musical discussion, I politely explained that I was a Papist heretic and unlikely to give it up anytime soon, and then he left.

I see Mormon missionaries all the time on the buses in SF, though. They always, always look ridiculously sweet and handsome and mildly spooked by being assigned to the very heart of Sodom but startled at how shockingly normal most (well, many...well, some) of us look.

He proceeded to meltdown, screaming NO at the top of his lungs, growling and stomping his feet. Through the ENTIRE performance.

Oh, poor little boo! The reality of the big full formal room after all the fun rehearsing with his friends must have been terrifying. And poor you, having to witness his distress.

Yeah, I think I didn`t say, poor Noah. We were both haunted last night.

I need to cut down on the amount of paper mail I receive. It's way out of control. What avenues are open to me with the general junk stuff?

Put, "Return to sender - deceased" on them and stick them back in the mail? Otherwise, it's probably hunting down all the junk mailers separately.

ita, there is a link from the FTC on cutting down junk mail [link]

One of my apartment neighbors has a "NO JUNK MAIL OR FLYERS" label on his mailbox, and he seems to get less than the rest of us.

The problem at my house is that my father was insanely into mail-order catalogues in the early '90s, and we still get them ALL. I'm sure I could unsubscribe him if I sat down and tried to, but... I'm lazy. The amount of catalogues we get is absolutely insane.

Thanks for the link, WindSparrow. And maybe I'll try that tag, Perkins, although I can't imagine the mail delivery person would be happy about that.

German man castrates teen daughter's 57 year old boyfriend. There's so much sympathy for the father in the comments--I don't get it. There's no indication the older guy did anything illegal. It might be icky, it might make you defensive as a parent, but supporting castration? Seriously?