on going out of town and other crises

the princesses and i are due to leave town in a few days to visit my family. and i am consumed by a sense of doom. i know i'll forget to bring something. or i'll forget to cancel the newspaper, or pay a bill. something.

i am the block captain for my street. my street has 40 houses on it. i know about 3 of the people. so last night i went around and passed out flyers for the national night out. the block captain coordinator wanted me and the other block captains to get everyone's email address so we could contact people in case of emergencies and so on. to which i reply, Ha Ha. How would you feel if a complete stranger came to your door and wanted your email address? I wouldn't give it out. so, i just looked up everyone's phone number and called it good.

so, i have to amend my previous post. i have decided i don't care who wins Rock Star Supernova. I don't care about the contestants, as they all seem different versions of the same tattooed and pierced person to me. No MiG this year. And i don't care about the band. Gilby who? so, the percentages have skewed a bit, as i am trying Eureka and Dead Like Me on the Sci Fi channel, both of which are scripted. Eureka seems a little dry at this point, so it's iffy.