Ziva is running on six but hesitating. Fuel filter? Spark plugs? Check engine light comes on within about a two block stretch of 10th Ave and goes off about halfway up Gaglardi hill.
I had a lovely long talk with my mum last night.
Jeff sent me flowers at work, by which one might infer what a joy to be around I’ve been over the last little while. I don’t care, and my coworkers sure appreciated it, and Jeff is defending his title of World’s Most Awesome Roommate with considerable aplomb.
Tom M at work photoshopped his two tortie cats into Borg costumes. Unbelievably cute and I’ll post the link to his flickr stream if I can find it.
Betelgeuse ISN’T going to blow up. Sad face.
I’ve been playing “Mama Got Skills”, my 6 song EP, in the car, and I’m enjoying it past the point that makes sense. Oh, to have such a very loud sound system!
My first thought on learning Betelgeuse was going supernova was to hope the Earth wasn’t on the path of its gamma burst. Learning it was not, I thought, let the party begin.
So the party’s off. Drat.