I will look up this rose’s name soon.

Grads with outdoor ceremonies tomorrow are checking the forecast, and parents are rounding up umbrellas. A sprinkle or two can be tolerated but downpours are not acceptable. I can see the rain running off those mortarboards now.

Our Cal grad promises to let us know if there will be a move indoors.

Name unknown, from my mother’s garden. I’ve tried for years root cuttings without success.

Users noted with some alarm that the Russian music site seemed to be down for much longer than usual. Rumors began to circulate of its possible takedown by no less than Putin in his new concern for intellectual property.

The site now seems to be operational, enjoying double the visitors it had before all the fuss.

The big guy who likes doughnuts, that Homer.

Tri-tip seemed a good choice.

It is possible to thoroughly enjoy a bad movie, especially if we were curious about how awful it could be. From the moment of Tea Leoni’s first screech (lamentably early in the going) to the obligatory, avuncular lessons from Sam Neill addressing any nearby young adult, we were merciless.

Begging for Leoni’s early death was useless. Deciding which extraneous characters would die was pretty easy. When the group came up against what appeared to be an electrified enclosure, I sincerely hoped that Neill would grab it and pretend to be electrocuted again. Actually, if the entire cast had succumbed at that point, it would have been less painful for all involved, viewers included.

The son who was home admitted it was not the worst movie he’d ever seen. That would be Mangler 2 with our old favorite, Lance Henriksen. I’ll take a pass on that one.