It's going to end up in one can or another. Why make it your own?

It's bad enough the dogs are probably going to gain 10 lbs by the time O gets to be 4. I need to get a picture of the audience he has when he eats finger food. The dogs and the cat are perched around him like gargoyles waiting for him to drop Cheerios and cheese cubes.

The dogs and the cat are perched around him like gargoyles waiting for him to drop Cheerios and cheese cubes.

See the pets eliminate the Cheerio pickup which comprises a full 50% of all toddler related parenting.

Just popping in from lurkerville to say that Vancouver is having "cold" weather, and we are spoiled and don't like it.

Duh! Don't steal back the warm, nooooooooo! Ah, too late. We're going from 13C today to -13C tomorrow, and my flinty heart snaps in twain at the loss.

I don't know what chantilly creme is. But I am provincial and was disappointed not to get to see a copy of a $10,000 check today.

I don't know what chantilly creme is.

Fancy whipped cream.

To be fair, he ate most of his crepe and enjoyed it. It was just filling. This was on our outing with erinaceous.

Erinaceous! I mentioned her in my portfolio as a "potential professional contact." Not by name. Actually, I mentioned you, David, and Deb too -- as in, "the potential to contact actual authors and editors to speak with students about the creative process."

Not that I will, but it sounded great in my portfolio...!

Duh! Don't steal back the warm, nooooooooo!

But we must. It is our duty as Vancouverites. We are the very reason I sometimes don't feel Canadian, because all the "typical" Canadian experiences involve cold, and Abby don't play that.

Also, out of the blue and for no reason at all, I feel compelled to note that JZ is the most superfantastic of all the superfantastic people, and very very cute, too.

Sounds nice, Hecubus. I should find a place to have it...there are some French places downtown.

And you will, truly, be able to take that shitty first draft and reshape it into something that meets your standards.

My editor liked it mostly and thought it was well written (huh), but I didn't do actual journalistic things like cite studies and quote people, since I was writing about stuff I'd done my own research on. And the thing is, I'm writing about COX-2 inhibitors, and no one wants to talk about that shit, especially if it's only lowly college newspaper. It's annoying to have to get professors to say things that I already fucking know, just to make it sound more like news. Stupid journalism.

Also, I ended with this great line, "It would be a comedy of errors if it weren't so tragic," but apparently that's too subjective, and we could use it if I got a professor to say it. The hell? I don't want some professor to get credit for it; it's my brilliant line. Stupid journalism.

I feel really lame saying this, because it is not like I ever talk much, but brackets and good thoughts go out to all y'all, even when it is silently done in my head.

It's still appreciated.

Erika has a new tag.

It's 17 degrees here (feels like 4! Thanks, Weather Channel.com!).

I'm wearing a sarong and a fleece pullover. My lounging outfit is very schizophrenic.

My Chinese delivery place's phone is all...modem-y. WTF? Do I have to settle for pizza?