Joseph Stalin turned up as a villain on the Tick cartoon once or twice.

I don't think Stamos had plastic surgery, I think he just looks better with more years on him -- he doesn't have such a babyfaced roundness to him anymore. Plus, the better clothes and hair help a lot. As does, as Matt suggested, being surrounded by Actual Actors instead of muppets and standup comedians.

little kids calling me Uncle Jesse meant Stamos, not Dukes of Hazzard.

There was an Uncle Jesse on Dukes of Hazzard?

Joseph Stalin turned up as a villain on the Tick cartoon once or twice.

With the Man-Eating Cow! And El Seed!

Though didn't they say that he wasn't THE Josef Stalin; he was just a criminal who dressed like him?

There was an Uncle Jesse on Dukes of Hazzard?

Hell, yes.

Wow, he was born and died on x-mas.

Ahh. Stamos and Jesus's sitcom. I must be in natter.

The OC was the one bright spot in the past 72 hours. I caught something nasty nasty Wednesday after I'd left work to do some work from home. I ended up on the couch with aches and cough and fever. Had to get up at 5:30 the next morning to finish the project, and ended up calling in for 2 more hours so that I could rest. Made it all the way through work yesterday, thinking I'd go home and sleep until this morning.

Now, usually I love my neighborhood and the bars being just up the street, and the general friendly fun feeling of the whole place. But, last night was St. Patrick's and there was yelling and screaming until 3am. Which, normally, fine, I'll just set my alarm for 9 and throw on clothes and make it in to work by 10. But they're building one of those crap mini mansions next door, so I woke up at 7:30 to boards being dropped, nails being nailed, trash being hauled, and really really bad singing in Spanish.

Also, someone parked in front of our driveway last night and left their car, so I was late leaving because we had to have it towed.

I'm exhausted, sick, thought I was getting stomach cramps but no...It seems the kicker today is that I've started my period. I would like a cave, a bottle of scotch, my shuffle and a bed.

Aaaaaand now in my crankiness and self-pity, I have murdered natter.

Aw, poor cranky Heather. At least it's Friday?

You know what people should not do? They should not call me at work at 11:30 on Friday to tell me that they've just finished a big breakfast and are now heading home to nap.

True. Someone wants me to do happy hour this afternoon. I'm debating.

Also, this really isn't big enough for Beep Me or what have you, but adding to the crank is that it's my friend's wedding anniversary today. She's having a really rough time with her husband (who I think is a total ass-skank-sleaze-dick, but not my marriage) and she's trying to work it out since she's pregnant. A little ~ma that everything turns out for the best for her and the kid would be good. I haven't been able to talk to her today.