Curse Your Sudden But Inevitable Betrayal!

This morning the Geography Club put on a shoreline cleanup at Mooney's. Nothing like picking up cigarette butts on a crisp fall day. One of the collecting pairs got over 120 of the little things. That is just disgusting. I honestly don't know where smokers think these things go -- they pretty much just expect them to disappear, I suppose. It is no end of irritating to me. The park is so pretty and then you look at the ground and it is littered with these little nasty things. As we were leaving, we saw an entire basket of water balloons, waiting for children to fling them onto the ground and leave, I'm sure, tiny scraps of rubber all over the place. I feel like such a crank: "Hey, you kids! Quit getting stuff on the lawn! I know your dad."

I need to do more of the schoolwork and less of the watching Firefly. But my pirate TV site seems to have lost a lot of the episodes to the malevolent copyright police, so I have that going for me in my quest for productivity.

And so, I'm resorting to my international relations textbook and the thoroughly fabulous mix CD Colleen has sent me. Realism and "Saturday Night", a match made in someplace strange!

Katherine is making dinner and I suspect it is going to be delicious. It involves garlic, tomatoes, pasta, and chili flakes.