April 9th, 2007



We were sitting here in my office, and Daisy mentioned, "There must be something going on over there. I see three, no four helicopters."

I looked out the window in surprise. It look a little bit of searching, but then I spotted all four helicopters hovering a few miles out the window. Oh wow...

I figured if something had generated that many helicopters, I could probably find it on the news. A quick internet search and I discovered that three people were shot at an office building just two miles north of my office. Yikes. Further, the gunman seems to be still at large, he escaped in a silver Ford Fusion.

Now I keep staring out my window suspiciously at every silver sedan I see. So freaky.

License plate bey0843. Unfortunately, I can't actually read any license plates from here at the fifth floor, so I have to glare at all the similar cars I see. (But if anybody else sees it, let me know.)


I'm watching the live feed on my computer, and the helicopters through my window. Really creepy. I'm not afraid of anything -- if he's out, I'm sure he's bolting as far away as possible -- but still. It sure makes you think, and it sure makes it hard not to watch for updates!

I hope they find the guy quickly.

(Update: looks like they've found him.)

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Anyway... Happy day-after-Easter! This is my (strange) attempt to make an Easter icon. I'm not sure if it will work... I realize it's kind of a stretch. Some of my icons are a bit strange these days.

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ha! i'm not sure this looks anything like easter. Even though it's a real easter egg.

(What strange things that I play with when on an all-afternoon conference call. Thank goodness for the mute button.)

Easter Dinner

My Boy's family was kind enough to invite the two of us over for Easter dinner last night. It was quite lovely, and nice to spend time with a family -- even if it wasn't my own family, at least it was a family (and a good one at that).

Before dinner we were snacking, and for some reason my boy started digging through the cupboards. He emerged with a box of cereal and held it out for me to see, saying, "This is the best cereal in the world. If you ever see it, you should definitely buy some."

I looked at it. Something about raisins and nuts. I don't think I said anything, but he remembered anyway: "Oh that's right. You hate nuts. Well you still might like this, if you worked around the nuts...."

His mom looked at me worriedly. "You don't eat nuts?"

"Oh it's no big deal; it's not like they make me ill or anything. I just don't care for them very much."

"I had a bowl of mixed nuts I was going to put out with dinner...."

"Actually, that's the weird thing about it. I actually DO like nuts by themselves. I just don't like them IN things. Like I love a good cashew or peanut by itself. I'm sure I'll like the mixed nuts." She smiled with relief, and I smiled back. Feeling on a roll, I continued. This is always fun for me, amusing others with my neurotic tendencies.

"I just don't think that nuts in food is a good idea. Like cashews are great, but I would never sprinkle them over thai food. Or brownies. I love brownies, as long as there are no NUTS stirred in!"

"Oh. Well don't worry, there is ice cream for dessert too, although I did put nuts in the brownies."

I clapped my hand over my mouth in horrified embarrassment. Oh no, major faux pas. I'd had no idea that she'd actually made brownies for the event -- I was just making silly conversation!

Oh no thank you Mrs. Boyfriend's Mom, I don't need any of your homemade brownies, I'm too busy enjoying the delightful taste of my own foot for dessert....

Sheesh. Good thing the family are all nice people, so I didn't have to suffer with only bread and water for dinner, nor get kicked out in disgrace. (And in fact I did eat a brownie, even if I picked out some of the big nuts. And some ice cream.)