The Great Influx Of Geeks begins today. Katharine arrives back in Huntsville in a couple of hours. (yaaay!)

Today's been one of those unproductive days. I haven't been able to concentrate on anything. As I said to a co-worker today, it hit me at around ten this morning that I've got fourteen people staying with me this weekend…

Other random news: my herbs out front have been thoroughly infested by spider mites. Dammit, dammit, dammit! They started on my rosemary, then moved to my summer savory (which they devoured) and now are trying to take over my thyme seedlings. I am NOT happy about this. I've been spraying the plants with insecticidal soap in the hopes of saving them, but I fear that I've lost every one of my summer savory seedlings, and I'm going to lose at least ¾ of my thyme seedlings.

Today's been one of those good, lazy, but productive Sundays. Stupid me, I went to the white-trash Wal-Mart on University Avenue… dammit, I KNOW better than to go there, and I went anyway, lured in by the cheap prices for stuff.

Of course, the lines were immensely long. I regretted going.

So I finally went home, via a detour to the wondergeeks' apartment. I had to drop some cash off to Heather and Jess—I owed Heather $55 for my Dave Matthews ticket and Jessica $40 for my Sting concert ticket. I've paid them off, like the good friend I am, and no longer feel guilty about them buying tickets for me. Got home, deposited the groceries in the appropriate places, and then settled in for a good nap on the couch. I meant to watch El Postino with Jeff (after all I did rent the movie) but as Dan said, the TV was beaming sleepons at my head and thus I went down for a nice, long, snorey count.

I finished Look to Windward tonight. I wish I knew exactly why Iain Banks' Culture novels aren't being published in the States. They're thoughtful works with a lot of depth—something that I think is lacking from everyday fiction in the States now.

SCORE!

I have tickets to the Sting concert on Tuesday.
I also have tickets to the Dave Matthews Band / Vertical Horizon concert on Labor Day.

Kick ass.

*goes back to work*

I just booked my tickets for my October trip out to D.C.

This is going to be a most excellent trip. As I just said to Andy: "Sunburns, exhaustion, blistered feet, getting lost, airports, airplanes, renting cars…I do this why?"

First, when I went into the bathroom a few minutes ago, I found a pen. Because of what was on it, I know who it belonged to. The pen was screen-printed with many different fonts, and the message read, over and over:

Jesus Is Y2K Ready!

I'm desperately trying to be kind here. I'm failing miserably. Look, I respect everyone's differences, and will fight to the death to ensure that everyone is allowed to worship as he or she chooses—but dammit, I can't help laughing if your slogans are dumb.

(C'mon, folks, it's nearly September 2000 already—give up the Y2K stuff and go crawl back into your caves.)