lunadelcorvo: (Red hair falling like rain)
I am back to working in the garden, and I think things are really developing this year. I have been building on the beginnings I made last year, and doing some new projects as well, And I have four English roses coming in the next few weeks - I can't wait! I also can't move without groaning in pain. Takes a while to get those muscles toned up, say October. Still, loving it!

Also loving Supernatural. Yes, I know, I'm way late to the party; much of my f-list has loved this show for ages. *shrug* I usually don't have cable TV, and I tend to discover these things on Netflix. (And yes, I will find something I like and blast through it in a matter of a week or two, then be annoyed until a new season gets added.) Incidentally, I swear this has no bearing on the sudden changes to my iPod playlists, honest. I felt a sudden need to listen to classic rock in the car with the windows down just because, that's why. It has absolutely nothing to do with Dean Winchester. *facepalm* Gawd, I'm such a dork!

The cats are getting along better when they get along, but fighting harder when the fight. Which is always about 45 minutes before I have to be awake on any given day. If I didn't have carpet in the bedroom, I might just start keeping a spray bottle of water beside my bed. Hell, I might anyway.

Do you ever feel you have an altogether different person inside you is asleep most of the time, but sometimes wakes up and freaks out and says "OMG! What the hell are you doing with my life?" Not to say that I am unhappy, I'm not - life is awesome these days. Just...sometimes it feels like some little part of me got mixed up in the wash with a completely different person or something.

Getting a 90" x 90" piece of muslin with crazy quilt scraps pinned to it (even just a corner of it) to go this way and that way under a 'civilian' sewing machine is a total bitch. I miss access to industrial machines!

I am seriously jonesing for a dirty Sapphire martini. Oh, and Johnson, get your butt over here! (I did say it would be random)
lunadelcorvo: (Shocked WTF Bugs Bunny)
(I couldn't possibly make this up!)

A tank rolled through a residential neighborhood in Phoenix, Arizona, along with a SWAT team, armored vehicles, and because you can never be too careful, a bomb robot. So, what could have prompted such a show of force? A Mexican cartel beheading Arizonians in West Valley? An al Qadea cell, plotting a terrorist attack on Russell Pearce? Nope:
Sheriff Joe Arpaio rolled out the tanks to take down a man suspected of cockfighting.
Suspected. Of cockfighting. Really.

On the bright side, Sheriff Joe, who isn't called the "toughest sheriff in America" for nothing, did make an arrest:
[Jesus] Llovera was alone in the house at the time of the arrest, and he was unarmed.
Of course Llovera wasn't really alone or unarmed. He did have 115 chickens who were allegedly trained to kill (they—the chickens, not Jesus—were "euthanized on the spot"*).

So, where does Steven Seagal come into all this? He was along for the ride:
Seagal was riding in the tank.

The Sheriff’s Department has entered into a contract with Seagal and part of that contract gives Seagal carte blanche to go along with the sheriff as he arrests people.
... and apparently, while he kills chickens.

And while Llovera has "no history of owning weapons," Arpaio's office defended the action that reportedly cost tens of thousands of dollars, saying:
We're going to err on the side of caution. We're going to make sure that we have the appropriate amount of force in case we do run into anything like that.
Tank. SWAT team. Armored vehicles. Bomb robot. Versus Jesus and 115 chickens. Sounds appropriate.
I really have nothing to add to that.....

*I can't help but ponder if Seagal was the one to 'euthanize' the chickens....



Things I need to remember:
• Asking for help is not, as it turns out, fatal.
• Laughing is easier than pulling your hair out, and doesn't have the unfortunate side effect of making you look like a plague victim.
• Even the biggest tasks can be defeated if taken a bit at a time.
• I can write a paper the night before it's due, but the results are not all they could be.
• Be thorough, but focused.
• Trust yourself.
• Honesty, always.

Historians are the Cassandras of the Humanities



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