Birthdays!

Happy Birthday to fer1213 and outofthisworld!

How many way do cars have of bursting into flame?

Dude, weird sighting this morning. Geary and 7th, San Francisco - a camper (rather old-fashioned boxy closed type, not a Streamliner or one of those new smooth-edged monsters) parked near the center divider flanked by two firetrucks. Water running down the street, smell of smoke in the air. Yes, the camper was the source of the fire - circling around, I could see that yes indeedy, it was blackened with smoke from the inside, like something out of Near Dark. Behind the camper, a couple of people sitting on the pavement, talking to the firemen and sorting through piles of clothes. I'm guessing they were the camper's residents who'd bailed out. You gotta wonder what kind of story might be behind that one.

Is it bad of me to feel a little sorry I missed the part where there's smoke streaming out of a moving vehicle?

Pointless Real Life Update

My iBook is acting wonky again. Yes, this is the one with the new hard drive, because Apple replaced the defective logic board three times and it still freaked out. It's starting to freak out again. Jeezus. I Love the '80s in the background playing on VH1 (1983, which I remember very clearly, following I Love the '70s about 1973, which I also remember clearly). Lots of Christmas beer in my belly (Sierra Nevada's Celebration Ale. I'm unable to resist). I'm maudlin and in a weird mood. Hopefully this will not reflect too strangely on my writing tomorrow. Work-related as well as fic-related. Yes, I'm working hard on my fic stuff. It preys on my brain. Constantly. Spike is very angry right now, in every incarnation of my universe, and it's making me upset. I'm consoling myself with toysdream's much more upbeat AtS followup. Wah. I decorated my tree yesterday, and it's not colorful enough. I need tinsel. And I haven't done any shopping yet. And a new laptop. And a bed that's not a futon. Whine.

Have visiting-the-old-office follies to report on, but not that'll come tomorrow, I expect. Am sending mental well-wishes to herself_nyc because the hospital sucks, no matter why you're there, and I'm feeling weepy and worryish. I hate hospitals.

Nothing else smart to add. Now they're starting some noise on VH1 about how personal trainers can make you hot. (Eyes own stomach flab, gets more depressed) Wah.

I'm also a little hormonal. Did I mention?