Raining, Pouring.

So, let's see. We have the third-strongest storm ever recorded in the Gulf. (How far inland is Crawford, incidentally?) Current track projections keep getting more and more like this.

One friend had some medical unpleasantness in the middle of the night. They're more or less ok, but going to see a specialist.

Bad juju is in the air at K's office.

My supervisor is out - car trouble this time. I plan on sowing the seeds of my not being around tomorrow once I've gotten the basics out of the way today.

The scale had bad news this morning. TBBC and "Hooray, Death!" while eminently enjoyable, do make it necessary for me to get my ass to the gym regularly. I want to be in the 160's by cruise time, and I'm now a croissant away from needing to drop ten pounds to get there.

Telling it Straight [Truth in Wisconsin]

( British Politician Bitchslaps Senator, Goes on Speaking Tour )

On a lighter note.... noodles.

While enjoing good company at TBBC last night, we watched JetBlue #292 on CNN.

The subject of what the passengers were doing came up.

We hoped, for their sake, that the flight attendants opened the bar, for free.

We figured that most of them were praying. ("Pray to god." "Prayin' to god." /Spaceballs)

The plane approached the runway, about to touch down . . . at which point, we all started chanting "Noodly Appendage" before breaking into applause, with everyone else in the bar, as the plane came to a safe halt.

That melted tire - awfully Noodly.