kjpepper | It's snowing!

Today was tough and long, but as I got some major things accomplished work-wise, quite good. And despite being wet and warm and so not accumulating, my inner six-year-old is vastly thrilled by the first snow of the season. Can't wait until we get some that's packable - I have at least two dates for a snowball fight.

I need to make a to-do list for the weekend and set about getting some shit done. And I also need to find my wallet - I misplaced it somewhere between Bickford's yesterday and this morning. Bah. Ah well. Good excuse to clean the room some. I also have to do the hair at some point in the next couple of days too. But it will be one hell of a relief to have a weekend where I don't have to run my ass down to the City. I need some downtime, and that's even more impossible than it was already to get down there.

Sunday is mine and the girl's anniversary! *boing* Other than a field trip to Chili's and tentative plans to stay in all day (wink wink nudge nudge) not sure what we've got lined up. :) But definitely some much needed quality time is warrented. :)

anyway, there are some dishes with my name on them, so I'm going to bounce off. but before I do, something gacked from

denonymous:

"Do You Remember?"

1. Where were you and what were you doing on September 11, 2001?

working at eclecTechs. I'd actually gone to the Post Office on a work type errand, and they had dragged out a TV with rabbit ear reception, so all I could see was a grainy black and white shot of smoke pouring out of Tower 1. The picture was so bad that no one saw the second plane fly into tower 2, just it blowing up. Usually the PO is hellawicked noisy and busy, but that morning it was quiet, and everyone's attention was riveted on that one fuzzy image.

I went back to work, let everyone what was up, called

sundart and told her to call my parents and to keep trying until she got someone on the phone (should've checked my email - Mom had dropped me a line saying everyone was ok), and switched on NPR for running commentary. Bosslady came back from giving a talk, and we dug a small TV out of her storage closet and a set of rabbit ears - we got a picture just in time to watch tower 1 come a tumblin' down - whereupon I said "that's it. I'm going home."

2. Where were you and what were you doing when Princess Diana died?

Smith. I forget what year it was, or why I was back early that year (ITS training maybe). There was a small chunk of people from my house huddled around the living room TV. I was mildly sad - she seemed like a good chickie overall, if driven a little batshit by royal protocol and assholery. I love how that was worked into the plot of Amelie a few years later though.

3. Where were you and what were you doign when the Challenger exploded?

Second grade. I was huddled into the reading corner of my classroom with my friend (big surprise there). And of course we'd all heard about the flight because of Christa McAuliffe (one too many Scholastic News stories about the "First Teacher in Space! Whoo!") So a lot of us were kinda sad when Mrs. Delafield (our teacher) came in and told us about the shuttle blowing up. I remember some small factoid about how McAuliffe was taking a stuffed frog with her on the shuttle for luck; I had dreams of stuffed froggies falling from the sky into the ocean for years afterwards.

My Dad knew one of the men on the Challenger actually. Them Omegas, they're everywhere.

4. Where were you and what were you doing when Reagan was shot?

Dunno. I was like, three years old.

5. Where were you and what were you doing when the year rolled over from 1999 to 2000?

I was over at Amastan's with

jaicat and a sick

sundart, watching Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, speculating that they were going to flay Dick Clark when he died and use his preserved skin as the outer shell of a robot so he could continue hosting New Years Rocking Eve until the next millenium. I'm assuming that last bit, because I speculate something along those lines every New Years.