You know how the most evil earworms require forcible removal, via that song about how it is a little planet we inhabit?

Well, I've been unable to get the inauguration out of my mind, despite the fact that I didn't read the papers this morning, and haven't watched tv.

Then I came across this [link] in my friend's lj.

My mind is now a blank slate. Tabula rasa. Tabula rasa.

(Click it if you dare. No nudity.)

I want to buy a goth arm doily. I imagine it as batwing lace tied with a pink ribbon. You use them as sleeve ruffles.

I love it.

Jilli, I'd maybe place you at 31, but only because I tend to skew everyone who could vaguely be a peer as 2 years older than me.

Peers will be peers/and youth will have its fling.

In other age news, I'm the oldest woman in our Measure For Measure cast. 'Tis odd. There's at least 5 men who are older than me, though, so I don't feel too decrepit.

It's part of my voting criteria (no talking barnyad animals, no mice and only a handful of spinach books).

No mice? Rats of NIMH! Ben and Me! Mouse On A Motorcycle!

Allyson, like -t I also had the hearing loss due to blockage and it cleared up as soon as it was cleaned out. Did you have a cold recently?

I'm complete crap at judging other people's ages, so I want to know how other people fare at it.

This is me. My margin of error tends to be something like 5 years in either direction. I blame Hollywood's consistently casting 20-somethings as teenagers for throwing off my scale. (Because it certainly can't be my fault.)

33 Tops.

Jilli, I'd maybe place you at 31, but only because I tend to skew everyone who could vaguely be a peer as 2 years older than me.

Hmm. I'm guessing Jilli is thirtyish.

Hee! I'm 36.

I am also not clicking the link Cindy posted, because I am wary.

I've given up trying to guess the ages of other people in the local goth scene, because I'm *always* wrong. I keep looking at them and saying "Waitaminute, you're not old enough to drink?! Are you?"

It's the clown white that does it.

Cindy's link made me long for the irritating song about the perceived size of the world, after all.

No mice? Rats of NIMH! Ben and Me! Mouse On A Motorcycle!

Yes. No Mice. See. None of those.

Hee! I'm 36.

I was going to guess 31-32.

33 Tops

Would have been my guess too.

I think you and Pete should market yourselves to Coppertone as living proof that staying out of the sun really can take years off your appearance.