I've even raped and killed a mountain panda in the hills of Shaanxi.

Pure Caucasian infants/children are just not as cute as mixed-race kids.

reg was playing Transatlanticism earlier, Death Cab for Cutie's last good album, and said "I bet millions of high school seniors had this as their album of the year, and the title track playing over their little senior montages."

but I just thought to myself, "That's cos Generation YZ doesn't get angst. If they did, it would be this album."

I really wonder what kind of parent takes their toddler who can't yet talk to a ski resort. He was screaming his bloody head off as the altitude changed and his ears didn't pop. Reg and I got to the point where the more he screamed the more we laughed, though. I told Reg we really needed an abortion for Valentine's Day. "Oh, did you hear me say that to Casey?" I got the couple next to us to whisper "Throw it in the river" after chanting it out loud.

I mean, I don't like kids, but I don't want to hurt them. Because then they're loud.

So along with victory_goddess's doppelganger, this morning on the bus there was a little kid. Which, ok, whatever, I didn't even notice him till he started screaming his head off. And that was annoying, but it was over pretty quick. Yesterday, though, one of the buses never came, so I (and a huge crowd of peeps) had to wait for the next one, so I quickly quickly snapped up a seat in front. These are the sideways-facing seats, and I ended up with my head facing some bum's crotch. I mean, he hadn't showered, and for like ten minutes he stared at me. I stared firmly to my right, out the windshield, till I could feel his gaze easing off me. He wore a belt like my father used to, a big black leather one with two holes for two prongs. My father used to use it to discipline us till we were too old.

So, these two nasty little bus people both intruded upon my life, and I guess it's just because of two factors. First of all, I live in my own little world, and I don't like being broken out of it. And secondly, every little thing seems to break me out of it. I'm conservative in that way; I don't like loud noises or people acting weird or dramatic. I get very uncomfortable being accosted by street people for money or even just directions, and catcalls bother me on a level additional to the standard one. Actually those are really the worst, like someone firing a gun across your field of vision just to get your attention. But anything is like that, to a lesser degree, honestly.

- So apparently it's possible for that reflective surface on top of CDs to peel off. And then, they don't work anymore. Who knew?

+ I made a spot trip to: the bank, the gas station, and Wendy's. At the gas station I got another 2fer1 ski thing (I am so taking next wed off ifn I get my income tax refund), at Wendy's I got nuggets, fries, and a diet Coke. I asked "What's the biggest drink size you have?" and the lady plopped the Biggie in front of me. It's 32oz of caffeine, carbonation, caramel color and ice. And nutrasweet. I wonder if my antsy-ness isn't a direct result of a lack of aspartame? It's one idea.

= The lady at Wendy's who waited on us was, well, utterly cute. She reminded us totally of an elementary school teacher who much prefered the instant gratification of waiting on hungry fat slobs to dealing with snotfaced crotchfruit.