The only singing I remember my mother doing in the morning is "Let It Snow" in the winter. That was the signal to go back to sleep, because it was a snow day.

"The mine caved in Nova Scotia and killed a bunch of guys"

Spring Hill Mining Disaster, Aimee. The close, minor harmonies are incredible.

Kitchen noises when I am not in the kitchen=someone else making me food, which is always a delightful thing to contemplate.

I have never made this connection. Possibly because there never was a connection, at least, not in the morning. Kitchen noises meant putting away clean dishes. At 6AM. With loud clatters and bongs and clacks and crashes.

Camp counselor woke me up by singing the "Good morning to you! Good morning to you! You look very drowsy! In fact you look lousy!" song back when I was still in elementary school. It made me sociopathic. If I'd gone back, I'm certain that I'd be fucking up the statistics on serial killers by now.

Joyce & Ulysses is one of those things you get by cultural osmosis, even if you haven't read the source material. It's sort of like how I recognize all the lines from the Godfather movies without ever having watched them.

Word. I have a ton of things like that.

Pern, ijs.

I'm usually the first one up and making noise. Since I live alone, that's not currently too obnoxious.

My dad used to sing navy drinking songs to my older sister, until she sang one of them in Sunday School. We were attending a church that had just stopped banning alcohol for its members, but they hadn't gotten to a point where 6 year olds singing, "I was drunk last night / and the night before / gonna get drunk tonight / like I've never been drunk before" would go over well.

I got hymns at first. Then drinking songs when Dad felt I could distinguish between "songs for church" and "songs for elsewhere".

I'm totally loving Grey's Anatomy so far. I think it's mainly due to Patrick Dempsey.

I would like my own fictional character, and I would like him to look at me the way Dempsey looks at his character's object of desire.

Kitchen noises when I am not in the kitchen=someone else making me food, which is always a delightful thing to contemplate

I'm basically okay with being woken by kitchen noises -- no one got up earlier than my mother -- but I prefer being woken up by kitchen smells. Coffee (even if I'm not having any), bacon, bread, fried fish ... that's how you come to consciousness.

Derek Sheppard = MINE

Derek Sheppard = MINE

Stop! Now!

He needs to be shown effectual fists, and then it'll be all over for anyone else.

A co-worker just made a flesh-eating bacteria joke, and I totally stole his air with tales of Steph's big boss.

I think he hates me now.

I would like my own fictional character, and I would like him to look at me the way Dempsey looks at his character's object of desire.

I want one that looks to me like Dempsey looks sprawled out nekkid on the living room floor. (Thanks for the heads-up about the repeat broadcast of that, by the way.)