Finally some randomness.

I should probably get over to the Manor today to check and make sure all the plants aren't drying out. I'm very sure they won't be, save maybe that one red petunia. Unfortunately Jim, my polite and easygoing landlord, came by with someone to bring the waterheater up to code -- the plumbers last year did a hack job -- and now I'm waiting for him to return. If I can't get over there by about four I'm better off waiting 'til tomorrow, as I don't want to be on the grounds when her Ladyship might be home. Not that I dislike her, indeed, she's quite pleasant, but my job is to keep the garden as perfect as possible as invisibly as possible as efficiently as possible. The plants'll be OK for 24 hours. Especially if this thunderstorm develops, in which case I'll definitely need to check it out tomorrow morning.

The grinding of windowframes out back is driving me batty. They have the area covered in plastic and the workers are moving around in moonsuits and booties. They shout to eachother through the cavernous spaces of that building and it echos. They seem to be stripping the three inch thick tar roof off that's stoopidly been placed over the concrete shelter. Goodness knows what nastiness I'm breathing in. Trucks still turn here. Birds still feed. I sure hope we don't have a nuclear war break out before they take the plywood off the shelter door. Otherwise I'd have to break in, and I'd really much rather not have to. The inconsiderateness of some people....

Scott McClellan differentiates between himself and "terrorists" as the difference between those who do, and those who do not, "need an excuse to incite violence". I do not stoop to say Mr. McClellan is inhuman. I will not even say he is a terrorist. But he is scarecely humane to be capable of inciting violence at all. That he boasts of his ability to do so indicates utter unrecalcitrance. This illustrates the difference between those for whom violence in any form is ever considered appropriate or acceptable behaviour. For some of us, it's not an option. Ever.

For what's hateful to you, do not do to another. No man is a brother who does not want for his brother what he wants for yourself. Yeah, you know, all that happy stuff.

Time for plan B. Time to let women do what men do. Time not to let men dictate women's behaviour. They're people too. Really. Definitely not a good idea to allow a rapist to dictate women's sexuality from a federal government small enough to fit into your small clothes.

Record sudden spring runoffs. UC regents vote 11-1 to keep running LANL. LM announced intent, UT seems just still in the running. PETA versus ClearChannel in front of Frontier, noon today. Griego strikes me as a plausibly good Mayor. Is he a serious candidate? I've seen him around town, behaving in a seemly manner. Sure, why not? Not like the person painted on the side of the cursed old building down in Nob Hill where the Kerry busses gathered. What was it built as, anyway -- a carpet shop? A car dealership? As a rule I don't solicit representation from lawyers on billboards, buy houses from realtors on bus benches, nor vote for politicians painted on the side of buildings. In fact I very rarely vote for candidates I don't at least see in person, usually once or twice. Griego's very serious. More serious about getting out there than I am about attending council meetings. He wants this office and he's going after it in person. It's not the kind of work a Mayor has to do to look good on a billboard, safe from questions from his electorate. (Though incidentally I think he's very cute and would do better at it than that other person, whatever his name is. Glad he grew his hair back.)

Can you tell when I've been listening to KUNM?

Just asked Ricardo, who from the conversation strikes me as Cuban, what he had the moon suit on for. He was delightfully nice. Only seemed to understand the words "Lead", "Asbestos", and "Cement". Only seemed to use the word "OK". He was brushing off the bunker. How terribly convenient. At any rate I offered him water if he wanted it. Glad to get that ugliness out from my kitchen window's view. I can feel the property values rising beneath me. Or maybe it's a deadly tumor.

Got to look in through some windows I hadn't been able to see through ever before today. Amazing old building. Amazing. More amazing every time I look at it. Did I mention it was amazing? It's amazing. I still can not figure out what it was built for. There's a name and date scrawled in a rectangle of what must have once been wet cement about the size and proportions of a human grave: "Bill 68". Hm! In other places the concrete maintains the imprint of the grain of the wood with which it was framed.

May go out tonight on my own for a drink or two. Literally. I can't afford any more. Would have to go to Foxes I'm so unkempt. Probably will skip it. Would rather enjoy my apartment for the hours that it's peaceful than spend its peaceful hours someplace else all hustle bustle, only to come home and have to try to sleep when all's actiivity. Yes my key repeat rate's tooo high. If I lower it the typing feels sluggish. Yes it took me a year working graveyard to figure that out. Referring to what I had said two sentences prior, that is. There are some things I prefer about this machine to my 1923 Princeton Royal. Think I'll skip it. Ten bucks I don't spend on two beers tonight is ten bucks I can eat with for two days if I need to later.