It's a bee-yootiful day in the neighborhood, a bee-yootiful day in the neighborhood... for once the sun is shining. After what seems like a month of rain. We were really going for the forty days and nights thing here at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle and surrounding environs. Tidings ill: I have a leak in the roof, in the temple. Oy. Hopefully it won't be too expensive to patch. Yes, I have my own Jedi temple. The drips got into a box of old pagan books and things. Not good. But I quickly got them out of the way and put a spare trash can beneath. It wasn't that bad, really. But must get the roof fixed.

This in addition to getting the floor fixed in the bathroom and subsequently the leak in the toilet fixed (a major and expensive undertaking, I suspect) and getting the deck outside the computer room repaired (shouldn't be very expensive).

The joys of home ownership.

Plus the central heat/air guys just sent me a letter suggesting I should get the yearly check-up thing done. $89. Can't afford it at the moment (heck, I can't afford to get the roof fixed!) so it will have to get in line and take a number. I've got DragonCon to save up for, and pay off the truck. Paying off the truck is priority one right now. It is the key to having a joyous time of merriment and mayhem at DragonCon.

So I will see about getting the roof fixed. Given it appears to be right at the lower edge of the roof I hope it shall be easy to fix.

Well, now that I've dealt with the current material fears, on with the show.

Plans for the birthday thing are underway. I have obtained the 17th off from work. Invitations are being made. I've even asked two girls. One is very possible. One works on Saturdays. The possible one is the one who I've actually been talking to on a regular basis. My continuing small success in this arena would normally be a puzzling thing to me, but I'm too busy with the wonderment. Maybe she's a pod people replicant? I don't think so. I hope not. Dating outside one's own species just doesn't work. Anyway the rather more polite portions of my mind are slapping the ogling parts on a rather frequent basis these days. It really wouldn't be kosher to be caught staring like that when I used to get on to Harry about talking to my boobs. So I have to mentally bitch-slap myself.

Yes, it really is WackyLand inside my head.

Cassini seems to be doing very well. One questions why we can send Cassini all the way out to Saturn with no problems at all (so far) and yet our success rate with anything having to do with Mars is comparatively dismal. Reminds me of the message sent by the Monolith at the end of 2010 -- "All these worlds are yours except Europa. Attempt no landings there."

I have one question for the Iraqis who want to know how the audio got snuck out of Saddam Hussein's trial -- did they check to see if anyone had a PDA? A good PDA can record audio...

Just asking, mind you.

"It's a weird wired universe and we're all really loony..."