Bits and pieces
Jul. 17th, 2003 11:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidYesterday I went to a conference in Sturbridge. Another orker was going also, and had gotten driving directions from Mapquest. Of course, they were wrong. Not noticeably wrong, until I'd driven way more than I needed to and still hadn't found the hotel. On the other hand, that meant I got to turn around in the parking lot of the Big Bunny Market. It's a supermarket, and does, indeed, have a huge bunny atop it. I thought of all the mad lab Rabbits, but, alas, did not have a camera. I also found that there's some person proud of per's accomplishments, using the license plate PHD CPA...
There was a lake next to the two-story conference hotel, with a flock of ducks that had taken over the tiny beach. Some people went to use one of the picnic tables, and there was a mass migration of hopeful ducks waddling over. It was a pleasant spot, with the birds, the water, some old birch trees dotting the mostly-grassy shore, and here and there, a bench. Also the first bluets I've seen this year. Oh, and it was a two gazebo morning, too. ("gaZEEEbo!")
When the jungle gets moody, it's a tropical depression.
There are no deer in the Oval Office any more.
Hrafn and Hauntmeister post about the amazing things this regime is getting away with; I sputter, and become incoherent. No responsibility taken, no truth, nothing. Horrible.
Over the 4th of July weekend, a woman was assaulted by some teens, in what seems to be at least partly a hate crime (the woman was there with her partner and their two kids). Today's article in the Globe says that one girl had $500 bail. That seems pathetically low to me, especially since the attacked woman needed 200 (!) stitches in her head.
There was a lake next to the two-story conference hotel, with a flock of ducks that had taken over the tiny beach. Some people went to use one of the picnic tables, and there was a mass migration of hopeful ducks waddling over. It was a pleasant spot, with the birds, the water, some old birch trees dotting the mostly-grassy shore, and here and there, a bench. Also the first bluets I've seen this year. Oh, and it was a two gazebo morning, too. ("gaZEEEbo!")
When the jungle gets moody, it's a tropical depression.
There are no deer in the Oval Office any more.
Hrafn and Hauntmeister post about the amazing things this regime is getting away with; I sputter, and become incoherent. No responsibility taken, no truth, nothing. Horrible.
Over the 4th of July weekend, a woman was assaulted by some teens, in what seems to be at least partly a hate crime (the woman was there with her partner and their two kids). Today's article in the Globe says that one girl had $500 bail. That seems pathetically low to me, especially since the attacked woman needed 200 (!) stitches in her head.