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Today, it's the brake cable on the boy's bike that has been snapped. Brake pad still there, but connector dangling. I do not get it. Why is someone that anti-social? Which would be worse -- passing stranger snapping the brake cables on bikes they'll never see crash, or a neighbor snapping the cables and hoping to see the outcome? Which is more sociopathic?

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Other Bad[tm] parts of the morning included peeing on myself, being snubbed in the elevator by a fellow parent (for 6 floors!), several close encounters of the convertible-in-a-hurry through midtown nature, realizing I've run out of pills!, having to unbury my bike from a solid wall of trash bags -- including one in my basket!!?!?

Good[tm] parts included waking up to a singing boy, dog kisses, getting a seat on the downtown 2, saying hello to a fellow parent of whom I am quite fond, morning conversations with traffic safety & construction workers, roses along the greenway, singing rounds up 8th Ave.

So! grateful that this afternoon's full Marilyn (coming down stairs towards a downtown express train) wasn't a full Monty. Yay, bike shorts!

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The Raven (on Steam) is duller than anticipated. I keep slogging on because I've put in this much time already, but, dang, would it kill you to put in more puzzles? Less pixel hunting? Brighten the graphics? Can't see for shit.

Have just reached a point where my perspective changes, and time flashes back. To the beginning. Hunter becomes hunted. Despair. That I"m not nearly done. Maybe this guy will walk faster? (He sure doesn't talk any faster.)

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NYC primaries went well, from what returns I've seen. Are you happy? I'm loving the smackdown[tm]. Must remember to get out and vote in the (probable) runoff for Tish James as Public Advocate, Oct. 1st. Vote vote vote! Smackdown!