Someone else died yesterday

There was no news coverage of this death, because clearly this guy was unimportant. He might be a blurb in a newspaper somewhere, known only as "the victim, a middle-aged man."

We were involved in a car theft (imagine that, in a company that deals with stolen vehicles?). When our trackers found the car, the thieves were still in it. They spotted the trackers and panicked, flooring it. Our trackers have a strict policy of "no pursuit" unless there's no way they've been seen, which wasn't the case. So they followed at a really discreet distance while the thieves floored it through several red lights.

...

And rammed into another car. There was a middle-aged couple in there. The man, we think, has died. No news of the woman.

Our company is mostly worried that this will backfire on us, although I fail to see how it's our fault that these men broke the law, and then decided to break a few more laws before killing someone (albeit accidentally). No one seems particularly upset that someone died.

The office was full of talk about Anna Nicole Smith, the random celebrity who died yesterday.

Whoever this man was, no one but his family will ever know his name. He doesn't get a splash in all the tabloids (and his family are probably grateful for that), and no one outside his family cares that he died.

All in all, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Purple pancakes

I am declaring this morning a write-off. Not only am I not feeling 100%, I am also really, really tired.

So, in spite of how this is going to f*ck up all my plans, I am staying home this morning. I am not going out to do my grocery shopping, I am not going to the YMCA the way I'd planned, and I am not stopping by Frigo Vert to check out the shiny bee product elanya and curtana recommended. I am not going to the bank to pay my Bell bill.

Don't ask me how I'm going to work all of that into next week's schedule, because I just don't know. I wasn't sure how I was going to get it all done today, for that matter. I do know that it involved getting up much earlier than I did, and not being on the brink of collapse.

I am going to do nothing for the next two hours except have breakfast, and putter. The cat pans have to be cleaned, dishes have to get done, and lunch has to be made (yes, technically it's dinner since I work late, but I still call it lunch. Go figure.).

I have made blueberry pancakes. Rather, I made pancakes and then added frozen blueberries. They turned my batter purple. I am amused. :)

I would like the world to stop for a minute, please. I'd like to get off the ride. Thank you for your understanding.

If it weren't 11am, I might dump some Bailey's in my coffee. I never mentioned that I got another bottle for my birthday, did I? I think it was fearsclave who enabled that particular time, but my memory is fuzzy these days. Thank you, generous benefactor, purveyor of Irish cream. :)

Going to stagger off and collapse now. Maybe I'll read some more John Seymour. I'm very amused that he seems to think everyone can easily keep a Jersey cow on their one-acre holding. :) Still, lots of interesting stuff in there, and he has a good writing style. I love how he never uses the word "manure" without qualifying it with "lovely."

Let's make it official

fearsclave, meet bodhifox.

bodhifox, meet fearsclave.

I strongly encourage the two of you to bond over the merits of various cheese puff products when used as fuel/fire starters.

The rest will follow.