I'm pretty sure the slit in the back hem of a jacket is called a vent. If you have two on the sides (like James Bond), you are British, or at least your jacket is.

Slater was in that? I totally blanked that. Probably from the trauma. Now if I could erase the memory of having watched Doom Generation I'd be ecstatic.

I don't know if I'm remembering the slit on the back of the coat being named something to do with motorcycles or horses, or I'm just forming it from its function.

I did shoulder therapy today. They took a little machine and connected it to electrodes on my shoulder that made the muscles twitch. It was nifty.

Actually, I would suggest the Honda Odessey.

Is that their mini-van? My friends have that car and love it. I'm looking at it, but I'm not sure I can emotionally drive a mini-van yet.

This afternoon, I was sort of equally interested in either, but the more I talk to people, the more convinced I am about the Pilot. I've heard lots of good things about it.

Hey, Nonian, just so you know, I've been looking up stuff for your blog question and hope to post some semblance of an answer tonight.

Cool - I'm still curious about it. Of course, it sounds like you've been defining busy these days, so I'm glad about this part:

It won't be all that informative, but it'll be something.

Of course, it sounds like you've been defining busy these days, so I'm glad about this part

Thank you.

RZ is a fine actress. The only thing that bothers me about her is that we are supposed to believe she is incredibly hot, too. I've never looked at her once when I didn't think a Bitch was better looking, and Plei could have her waiting tables. So I'm just announcing I'm really beautiful, okay? I'll have one of my people send over a release on that. ETA: So, I guess my real gripe is really about how they promote actresses nowadays, not really RZ. But I did cross the street to avoid the Streep death movie.

But I did cross the street to avoid the Streep death movie..

Streep died in so many movies that her mother threatened to disown her if she did not play someone who survived.

Speaking of which, does the slit in the back of a long coat have a name? My newest long coat doesn't have one, which means every breeze catches it and makes it fly out behind me. It's kinda funny.

I've always called it a vent, though I've been known to be wrong (see: topknot). Never had a long coat without one, though. I did have one I ordered online where the vent was loosely sewn closed for shipping and I didn't notice it. It was PITA to walk with the thing buttoned up until I realized my mistake.

I've decided that my mom's family genes create abnormally cute babies and toddlers.

(edit: or the less attractive of us aren't procreating. There are as least 2 who definitely should on that count.)

One of my cousins just sent me pictures of her near 1 year old and OMG. Eyelashes for miles and just such a nice arrangment of features. Even though all the cousins' progeny don't really resemble each other (time will tell if the P family nose will continue, poor us) they are all classically gorgeous kids.