COme on over, the tents started going up the Monday before it was supposed to air. We have cots, and a primitive coffee maker, although I would not advise bringing anything that needs to stay cold until we figure out what's wrong with the generator so we can have ice.

Yeah! It was made from Lake Erie water. Get it right.

Pfft. Klein's mom sits on the Board of Directors for the arena. They're not kicking her kid off the team, no matter how many times his ankles light the penalty box on fire.

or at the very least, it kills the bat _{and then eats it's liquified innards.} 

Like Kinder Surprise eggs with a live *Australian Death Spider in every 20,000th egg.




*I spent several minutes trying to remember what they're called and then I remembered this is stupid. Every Australian spider is an Australian Death Spider.


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Telephones. They are using telephones for this now.

...ok, telephones with solid state electronic storage with significantly more capacity than all of the moon rockets put together and which would have been classified as supercomputers in 1985, but still, technically: telephones.

It wasn't completely adorable. I was pretty scared when Natalie showed up.

I think somebody needs to give Dice a lecture on Not Messing With People Who Can Kill You With Their Mind because she could totally have had a couple of dead people there before Danny busted the door in if she really wanted to.

But yeah, I'm totally there with the Dyson love. Also, based on no textual evidence at all, I kinda suspect he might have a little crush on Tyler. But that could just be projection because I also suspect I have a little crush on Tyler. He's interesting and kind and very brave.

Huh. Well. The class here started at like 1 minute and I am still the only who can't do it. But I'm improving! I actually managed to hold my foot off the floor for the whole time last week. I waved my arms around like a chicken trying to fly and did not make any attempt to do the Tree Pose with everyone else but I am still calling it WIKTORY! and currently the goal is to do it again next week with less chicken-flapping.

Probably this is like 90% due to improved core/leg strength etc. but honestly moral support is nearly as good as a wall to lean on sometimes.

I know, right? After all that horrible shit, he just falls into associations with what I am perhaps unusually privileged (?) to think of as Normal Decent Humans who care about him as a friend.

The bike people don't even think of this as charity or specifically doing something nice for him. They are just rectifying a weird situation (Cool People have bicycles, Dyson is a Cool Person, but he doesn't have a bike? does not compute) with what it just now occurred to them that they happen to have lying around.

Thanks for the support, everyone. This is pretty much ... exactly the answer I suspected was true and did not want. It will get better if I work on it! booooo, hard work.

What I WANTED was for one of you to say, oooh, no, you didn't know about the Secret Balancing Trick that everyone else learned in second grade while you were also not learning other things normal people know how to do like Social Interactions? Alas.

I'm guessing now that the real problem is that I have basically no core strength, which is part of why I'm taking yoga to begin with.

I don't lock my knees though! 8 years of marching band taught me never to do that ever. um, and also screwed up one of my knees in a moderately serious fashion.

So ... I'm in this baby beginner yoga class for people who can't touch their toes, and everyone else in the class can stand on one foot for 3 minutes with no problem. Except me: I fall over every 10 seconds. 30 seconds without needing to put my foot down is a real accomplishment, and moving around (like lifting up my knee and then turning it out to the side) instantly causes me to fall over.

Is there some completely obvious thing I am not doing/doing wrong or am I just defective? If I stand straight up with my feet together and weight equally on both feet I wobble. Increasingly, until I have to wave my arms around and then separate my feet to keep from falling over. This is not a new problem.

I know theoretically you're supposed to just line up your foot with your center of gravity but I ... don't seem to have one?

Sooo ... that house that randomly exploded in Indiana? Is now a homicide investigation. Apparently they still have no clue how or why it blew up.

http://www.wthr.com/story/20140143/indianapolis-explosion-investigated-as-criminal-homicide

I'm not 100% sure where you would buy malted rye in any country I've lived in but wow that looks awesomely good.

I think Mr Special Agent Who Does Voices Tan said it for you, thinking about the previous case he got dragged into invited along on:
... as we know perfectly well there are. Many of whom are getting 3 meals a day on the government's dime in Idlewood.

Really? After she's comparing working in a bank to working retail? She's a temp and she used to work in a diner. This does not strike me as a person of privilege. And the only description of the dude was that he was old, wore a hat, and had got sweat all over an overdue bill. Which having spent some time in retail, I can assure you that handing a worker something disgustingly sweaty and damp is not a marker of the sort of poverty that would bar an American from online access. Nor is having an overdue bill. People's bills are overdue for all kinds of reasons unrelated to their ability to pay.