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You know, a butt-whoopin' doesn't require any electricity, funny that. Not that I'd be the one to give it to her. I've met her once in real life and she's actually quite nice, so i have to chalk it up to the fact that she wasn't really thinking about what she was writing. To say in one breath about how you should be prepared for the Northeastern Power Griddy-Thing to blow up (aren't *you?*) and in the same breath to muse about things you see on television...i guess she hasn't got any comments on it because nobody from New York has the power to tell her to go to hell yet.

Remember that Gary Larson cartoon-- before TV was invented, and they're all staring into an empty corner of the room? Maybe that's what cats are doing when they act like they're on crack and chasing imaginary things.

Beth, all will be well. Many thoughts are going out to you today. I'm so sorry that work imploded, but it'll get better, and we'll have another weekend to treat you to the sights, sounds, and smells of Indiana.

Work here is like everyone took off Friday in allegiance with the poor folks in the Northeast. Crickets are chirping, but at least it's relaxed apathy.