So they were victims? No, they were vampires. But they had to be a victim of a vampire to become a vampire. Ok, so they were victims one time but they're not victims any more.

While finding the proper meaning of "you can't teach a dog new tricks" (answer: it is difficult to make someone change the way they do something when they have been doing it the same way for a long time) I pottered off on a tangent and discovered that age doesn't affect memory as much as it affects the ability to concentrate (point: proven). Distracted as all get OUT because I can't find where to download Data Management Services WEB-INF folder and files are let alone install and run them - unriddle me these sayings:

• A vessel under optical supervision never reaches a temperature of 100 degrees Celcius.
• One feathered aerial biped imprisoned digitally is equal in value to twice that many aboreally located.
• Inquisitiveness on the part of a member of the feline species was responsible for its extinction.
• Never subject a presented equine to denticular inspection.

PS: apparently magnesium helps as well. Helps what? memory! God dammit, pay attention! woof!

Tonight I saw a drunk woman. So drunk she couldn't stand. Her not-quite-as-drunk friend was trying to help her up out of the gutter, and failing. The two of them in slow motion, not achieving either of their goals, babbling so incoherently I don't think they were even understanding each other. This is not unusual around here - this doesn't make me skip a step. What made me notice the scene at all was the 20-something dude with a mobile phone filming them. Moving between the traffic as it ebbed and flowed, video taping these two extremely inebriated woman fumbling around in the gutter - and that appalled me more than their intoxication. I can barely walk up to a stranger and ask them if I can take their photograph stone cold sober, and this man was gleefully filming these people at their worst. What was he going to use the video for? to whom was he going to show it? what was the point for him? Why was this pathetic scene worth recording? which of his friends would find reviewing it worth their time? Am I encouraging such behavour to be invisible? What is wrong with me ? why does this bother me? why didn't it even occur to me to intervene? Was there anything I could have done?