"this young man did nothing to be shot"

I find myself morbidly fascinated with the recent shootings in the Northeast, and the news coverage. The live video feed just cut out on CNN, and I can imagine someone cursing under their breath and hunting for the cables that slipped loose. I like watching the police teams work, crawling around to check the lines of possible shots.

Their security arrangements are useless. It's random, chaotic.

Melynda and I hatched an evil scheme last night to take over the Halloween party. We're coercing our friends into dressing up as Harry Potter folk. She'll be Hermione, of course. I'm torn between playing Lucius and playing Severus. The Professor would be easier, since my hair is already black, and it would give me the opportunity to yell at everyone all evening. The only thing we need to figure out is where to get some Gryffindor and Slytherin scarves. Surely they can be had.

I ate your ice cream

So last night, my Metro coffee girl love Kim was sitting and studying her Russian with Three-Piece-Suit. (His name is apparently Sam, but I will refer to him as TPS instead. I already know a Sam. Besides, he's always wearing the nice clothes with combat boots.) Anyhow, TPS apparently speaks a bit of German, Russian and Polish. He's also nineteen, and it's terribly unfortunate to hear that he is a coke fiend. Otherwise, he might stand the chance of being interesting. He seems very, very young, especially in the voice.

I am terribly tempted to to stun him and package him off to NYC. Must mention also that it's hysterical when he opens his briefcase to reveal the Rasputina cd, the Elastica, the Creedence and the Suede. Can't help it, must snicker. I should decide whether or not to acknowledge him the next time I see him. I still have these latent impulses to be kind to all sorts of creatures.

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Of all trees, I like the pecan tree best I think.
It's shades of grey in the sky, and smells like water. Walking outside is a quiet joy.