When I lived in Minneapolis, an 8-year-old kid knocked on our door. While I was talking to him, he was trying to look around behind me. He asked me how much my roommate's bike was worth. He then told us his mom sent him to check all the apartments in the building....

I love having Kato in the house, because if anyone tried to break in, he'd be all over it. (Although then I worry that he might get killed because some fool would shoot him.)

My bigger worry is that, of the recent break-ins, 2 of them (one on my street) were initiated outside the house -- a woman got out of her car in her driveway, and some guys jumped out of the bushes (total cliche, right?) with guns. Apparently, because she has balls of STEEL, she shoved one of them away and got inside her house and called the police.

I'm less worried about the house being broken into while I'm here (although that's a worry), and more worried about getting in and out of my goddamn car in my own fucking driveway.

We have no bushes and no other obstructions to the line of sight, though, which makes me feel a little better. Not much, but a little.

Man arrested at large Hadron collider claims to be from the future.

What makes an April Fool's article from last year suddenly be so popular?

Man, I'm trying to streamline a process, and I've come up against a dead end of willpower. Urk. I know the next step. I'm just motivated out. I gots nothing, yo. Nothing.

What makes an April Fool's article from last year suddenly be so popular?

Right now is the future he came from?

Yikes, Steph. Glad you have Kato!

Our next-door neighbors were broken into a few weeks ago, and M feels terrible because he actually saw the guys who did it. He saw a couple of youngish men walk up to the house, ring the doorbell, and then when nobody answered, they walked away. Not terribly suspicious, but a little odd. Then a few hours later the neighbors came home and discovered they'd been robbed. Apparently the guys had walked around to the alley that runs behind our street and gone in through their backyard, which is fenced in with a high wooden fence for their dog. (Fortunately the dog was fine, but apparently she's not quite the guard dog they hoped she might be.)

Anyway, he felt really bad for not calling the cops when he saw them earlier, even though he wasn't sure what he would have said if he had. So I'm gonna say I think you made the right call.

Also, we have now taken to hiding our laptops whenever we leave the house. I'd like to think we're not a particularly attractive target, since we don't have a lot of major electronics or fancy-looking items, and our schedules are somewhat erratic. But I still worry, of course, mostly about what might happen to the (decidedly indoor-only) cats if someone broke in.

Well, to paraphrase Chekov, if you introduce a dog in the first act it needs to go off by the third.

Heh. Good one.

9am isn't too early to schedule a meeting for, like, normal people, right? I'm not being a jerk? It's just, time zones, man, and that's the only schedule hole.

9am isn't too early to schedule a meeting for, like, normal people, right?

I have probably 2 8ams per week. It's not *great*, but it's my job. I'm not expected to be deliriously happy about it.

I'm rarely in the office by 9am these days, but I'd certainly be here for a 9am meeting if I had to be, and I wouldn't be surprised or unhappy about it.

9am isn't too early to schedule a meeting for, like, normal people, right?

No. I mean, if you know that they all usually roll in at 10AM, then maybe, but outside other information, no.

I think 8AM is pushing it unless they're able to call in from home or something (I say this because I can, but when I had to be in the office for 8AM telecons with the east coast, it seriously irked)