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Yesterday we got together with a bunch of friends and went to the Pride festivities. Unfortunately, C. and I got up too early after too little sleep, so by the time we got to the street fair, we were kind of too tired to enjoy it. The parade was fairly amusing, although I was kind of disappointed to see that the bi contingent apparently consisted of one person. We made essentially a big loop around the street festival and then trudged home to pass out. I managed to get sunburned on my chest (wearing a low-cut sundress) and my shoulders, despite having slathered myself in spf 30. Not too surprising, I guess, since I haven't really been out in the sun like that in almost a year.

Today's fun involves picking up a Solaris 8 disc and seeing if I can install that successfully (since my copy of 7 is being uncooperative) and at some point sitting on hold for hours trying to see if Network Solutions will just change my contact information already so I can get our network back online.

*grumble*

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Weird experience at my boss' house. I went in to pick up the Solaris 8 CDs, and was immediately mobbed by her two grandchildren who she's babysitting this week. They both (the 4-5 year old girl and the 1-2 year old boy, I don't remember exactly how old they are) came running over and gave me huge hugs the instant I walked in, and then spent most of my visit wanting me to pick them up and hold them. I haven't seen Monroe since she was an infant, and I'd never met Ian before. Monroe was quite taken with my nose ring, and spent a lot of the time I was holding her staring up my nose to try to figure out how it was staying on. *snicker* Ian told me all about the shirt his gramma gave him, and offered me some of his banana.

I sort of liken it to cats knowing which people in the room are allergic, and immediately going over to sit on their laps. Although it's not quite that bad; I don't really mind children, so long as they're well-behaved and not mine.

daddy's girl

I just got a call on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. Decided to pick it up to see who was calling, and was confronted with a gentleman who kept repeatedly asking if my father was home and not believing that he had a wrong number. No, damnit, my father's been dead for 10 years, he's not going to come to the freakin' phone.

And then I stopped to think about that for a second. My god, my father really did die 10 years ago last Saturday. Ten years. 1/3 of my life.

This is part of why I find bits of "Six Feet Under" hard to watch; the flashbacks that the sons have to their father in the 60s/70s remind me a lot of my father, even down to physical appearance. Sometimes I really miss my daddy. Like right this very instant, for example. It's not as frequent as the twinges of missing my mother, but in that case it's only been just under two years; I suspect at some point it will work out to be about the same.

Ah well, back to installing Solaris. It seems the problem was with my CD, as the new discs are working like a charm.

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Execution does not erase pain, grieving relatives, survivors say.

Well no shit. Did you really expect it to? Killing someone isn't going to bring anyone back. It's not going to change anything.

The cable networks also offered some little-known facts. MSNBC told its viewers that the cause of death on McVeigh's death certificate would be "homicide", a chilling way to phrase a government-sponsored act.

But...it's the truth. Why is it somehow different if the government does it?