BOOM.

K and I were jolted awake at 5:00 this morning by a detonation, loud enough to have a near-deafening echo with a half-second delay. There was no accompanying flash of light, so I guess it wasn't lightning (my second thought) or an exploding transformer (my third). My first thought was, "Cannonade! We're under attack!" but only because I'd been reading The Confusion and it was late. Regardless, there was no pirate brigantine firing broadsides at us from the street, nor anything else of note when I padded out there in my nightshirt. Forever a mystery.

(Good heavens—what happened to Neil Gaiman's syndicated feed? Did anyone else just get a flood of posts on their Friends page?)

Some good news from the past couple of days: K had the lump in her breast biopsied (via four thin needles), and it seems to be something benign and fibrous. She's been running with the wind in her sails on her dissertation, having apparently found reserves of energy she didn't know she had. My dad will indeed be sending me tickets for Alumni Weekend, which will be a boon...unless I'm unable to find standby flights and am stuck in DTW all Friday and Saturday, which is unlikely but not impossible. The weather has been sunny and sticky during the day, grumbly and exciting at night, which is about how I like it.

Nevertheless, I've been feeling alternately down and numb and confused for the last two days, for reasons which are too junior-high to go into. I'm feeling somewhat better now than I was this afternoon, so perhaps things are on an upturn.

Pirates would've been cool.

Moxy Voting

(This song—which is the one at the end of Throwing Copper, about her riding a horse into my head—always reminds me of Laura P. I spent a long spring and summer crushing on her, well before becoming poly. Long time gone.)

I forgot to mention that I saw Moxy Früvous's Jian Ghomeshi on CBC Friday night. He hosted a show called Screw the Vote, sort of a wry take on our Rock the Vote campaigns—the goal was the same, boosting youth turnout, but the methods were sarcastic and devious. Jian roamed across Canada, accosting youths, trying to find some reason to justify voting in the national elections. Which he did, in a roundabout way.

The show closed with John Carradine talking to the camera: "If you don't vote, you're living someone else's dream. You have to live your own dream. So get out there and vote!" He paused, then added, "Assholes."