Oh, a big thank you to the folks over here who've informed me, advised me, and given me the wonderful phrase "Deathicane Sandy!" No, laughing at it doesn't make it any less likely to flood my utterly non-flood-insured basement, but it does make the waiting a lot easier. Deathicane Sandy? No worries, New Jersey--no way this things gets past my web of crappy luck. Prince William County, Virginia is gonna be where this storm starts, lingers, and finishes. Right over my head.
Betcha.
Also, I forgot to post this little Halloween beauty. It's brought me joy every year since I discovered it, and I want you to have some joy, too!
Jonathan Coulton--Eat Your Brains
Hours later--went to Wegmans for the usual shopping, plus to grab some extra waters for Deathicane Sandy. They were almost out of waters--luckily, we've already got a fair bit, so only needed a couple of packages. It was Halloween Trick-or-Treat at Wegmans, so the store was crawling with little kids in costume. During checkout, a poor woman with three little princesses lost one. Little Courtney, who is only six, had poofed, and her mom was increasingly panicking. I don't blame her--our boy's done that to us more than once. I asked her who she was missing, and then offered to watch her other two (who were a very small four and eight) while she looked for Courtney. At one point, I saw her running to the customer service desk, frantic, and I started to really worry. I had been asking people as they went by to keep an eye out for a little girl in a bright yellow princess dress, but no one had seen her. After about ten minutes, Mom came back with a very teary and contrite Courtney. I was very happy--almost crying happy. Because crappy things happen and this needed to not be one of those crappy things. I'm happy that Courtney is safe at home with her Mom and sisters.
Betcha.
Also, I forgot to post this little Halloween beauty. It's brought me joy every year since I discovered it, and I want you to have some joy, too!
Jonathan Coulton--Eat Your Brains
Hours later--went to Wegmans for the usual shopping, plus to grab some extra waters for Deathicane Sandy. They were almost out of waters--luckily, we've already got a fair bit, so only needed a couple of packages. It was Halloween Trick-or-Treat at Wegmans, so the store was crawling with little kids in costume. During checkout, a poor woman with three little princesses lost one. Little Courtney, who is only six, had poofed, and her mom was increasingly panicking. I don't blame her--our boy's done that to us more than once. I asked her who she was missing, and then offered to watch her other two (who were a very small four and eight) while she looked for Courtney. At one point, I saw her running to the customer service desk, frantic, and I started to really worry. I had been asking people as they went by to keep an eye out for a little girl in a bright yellow princess dress, but no one had seen her. After about ten minutes, Mom came back with a very teary and contrite Courtney. I was very happy--almost crying happy. Because crappy things happen and this needed to not be one of those crappy things. I'm happy that Courtney is safe at home with her Mom and sisters.
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