If a rock 'n roller says the 'f'-word on TV and nobody hears it, should you still be outraged?*

Well, after a 10-hour break from the rain, it is again raining and will continue to rain until Saturday, at which point they will be looking for our house by helicopter, somewhere downstream. I love dreariness and rain; I also love being able to heat the house.

At work today, another technician asked me if the water in the ducts wouldn't cause mildew, and I said "Well, yah, the guy who pumps the water out says there's enough hot air going through them to dry it out..." and then my boss actually turned around so we could see her smirk at the silliness of such a statement.

The turn-and-smirk cannot be a good sign, but there was no time to pursue this line of thought. I will try to get more information tomorrow.


Please, internet, not tonight -- I've got a headache.

The awesome and computer-savvy brother-in-law went and got us a wireless internet thing for Christmas, and now I cannot stop reading this hilarious and alarming and sickening and engrossing encyclopedia of baby names chatboard, which is mediated through a -- well "critical" is an understatement, but will have to do -- lens.



*Thank you, Channel 64, for that philosophical quandary of the day.