Am also jealous of msbelle and Liese! I would like to hang out with them.

Hey, my luggage arrived!

...now I have to do laundry.

Oh, man, I think I still have a load of towels in the dryer. I better check.

I am feeling virtuous because I went to the gym. I did not work out; I sat in the steam room for 10 minutes, took a shower, changed clothes, and went across the street to buy groceries. The jacuzzi was out of order or I would have soaked for a bit.

You are very ambitious, Dana. I just did my laundry from last weekend's trip. Keep in mind, I stayed home from work Wednesday.

It's not ambition so much as "my jeans are dirty and I need something to wear to work tomorrow."

Fair enough.

Which portions?

Most of it. Look at the cloud patterns at the top of the image when the sheep is walking by, the clouds never move.

There is also this article where they talk about the post production trickery.

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So, it is the weekend. I've already worked 17 hours, including working while CJ was earning his black belt. I just looked and I have over 3 weeks of vacation time in the kitty.

A too large portion of the 17 work hours were spent trying to upload a file to SharePoint. I should probably post in tech to see if anyone knows SharePoint. I hates it, I does.

Well, now there's no there there to the video.

Man, I pulled out a last minute five point Words With Friends win over the friend of a friend of my sister's, the one that even my sister won't play with, and my sister is not giving me my due. I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS WOMAN. I got "bussed" (our marketing department has created merit badges, and one of them is "Bussed" for "thrown under a bus" amongst things like "fired for the day" and various office escapades and...challenges) and I need something in return, dammit.

Here's another reason my nurse is not a good fit--being at home means I can use my own band aids, but THAT'S NOT "ERNIE OR BERT!" That's Gonzo. Ernie and Bert aren't on the Muppet Show. Fundamentally we are disconnected.

I have managed a sweet potato twofer, which means it wasn't just luck the first time, I can spot them in the wild. Step 2: find the right pudding recipe.

OMG, y'all, I had the most bizarre driving experience tonight! I was supposed to be in Vallejo at 7:30 to meet up and carpool into SF for an inventory, and that's a 20-minute drive or so, so I left here at about 7. About 4 or 5 miles before my exit, there's a huge slowdown and traffic actually comes to a complete stop. As I'm sitting there kind of debating whether I should call the office and say I've hit traffic but I'm on my way, I see a CHP officer running between the cars upstream towards me. So that catches all of my interest, why the hell is that happening? He gets closer, and I can see in front of him is a little dog, like a miniature doberman or something, which makes me all tense because dogs in traffic, that's not good, but we're all stopped so maybe it will be okay, right?

The dog decides to hide UNDER MY CAR. I put the car in park and pull on the emergency brake and keep my foot on the brake because, OMG THERE'S A DOG UNDER MY CAR AND A COP REACHING UNDER MY BUMPER AND AROUND MY TIRES TRYING TO GET THE DOG IN THE MIDDLE LANE OF I-80! I can hear the guy trying to calm the dog down, but he's also all aggravated, and trying to, like direct traffic - I rolled my windows down so I could have a better idea of what was happening and he told me to "just sit tight" but he was waving other cars around us on either side, which seemed nuts to me.

Anyway, his partner or somebody comes back with a snare and they are trying to co-ordinate their efforts so the one guy will keep the dog's attention and the other will slip the snare around the dog's neck, which sounds like a good plan. I can feel the dog or maybe the snare thumping into my floorboards from under the car, which is unsettling. There are a few attempts, some barking from the dog, some cursing and wondering whether this dog can bite through leather gloves from the cops, for like 10-15 minutes. Then the dog gets away and dashes under a pickup truck next to me, but I figure I better stay in park in case he dashes back not to mention I am not sure where the cops are, one could have a foot in front of my tire or something, but at least now I can see the pursuit. Which was not going well. Finally, the dog takes off towards Sacramento and CHP gives chase and I figure I can drive away.

So I got to the meet site 10 minutes late and missed the carpool, so I'm not working tonight. Which, really, is kind of nice for me. More sleep. But I did not get a chance to tell anyone why I was late, so you guys get the story.