This and that

I just discovered I didn't post photos I took at Cait & Janelle's last Tuesday. Soon to be remedied.

On Sunday, it came to pass that my sweetie's true political and religious nature emerged, in the process of seeing the dozens of fake Inuksuit made by Californian hippies on the grounds of Wilbur Springs. ...Yours Truly has discovered that at heart, D's a Ranter and a Leveller. So there you have it.

This morning, walking in the Davis Arboretum, there were ducks going at it, and I also saw squirrels being comically amorous. This involved one squirrel falling out of the tree, then when I got up close, she stopped the chase and sat directly above me and stared down at me like I was the show. I'm afraid I didn't do much to entertain her in return, other than waggle my eyebrows.

..For everyone back home, I'm quite happy about the thunderstorms on the way to Ontario this evening. But I hope they don't leave me stranded in Pittsburgh tomorrow morning. *crosses fingers*

Last Week's Artsy Fartsy night...

( A few photos )

Hell... I'm in Hell...

I'm stuck in Las Vegas airport, 9:30-11:15pm. It's smoky, and it sounds like a casino, all the way down to the agents hawking US Airways credit-cards adopting a casino drawl. That photo? Yes, those are slot machines. They're scattered all over the place.

There's free wifi, which is great, but ssh ports are blocked so I can't hang out with my IRC crew. I knew I shoulda set up that port-reforwarding scheme at home.

Dan was great; he drove me to the airport and took care of the rental car himself, which meant he had to deal with a fairly long trip home. My flight was early enough that we couldn't have dinner together, which sort of sucked, but instead we went for ice-cream in the afternoon. The day as a whole was... pretty laid back. Both d. and I were exhausted, I suppose from the sun during the weekend. So we lounged. :)

From this weekend: things we think should exist: a skit, based on a new homeowner at the bookstore (preferably a big chain). She's looking for "The Not So Small House" to help her figure out how to furnish her new mansion. ...She knows she heard of that book somewhere...

Also, a nature song: "Can't You Hear Don't You Fear the Ribbit of the Night".

Ugh. I gotta get out of this cigarette smoke.