Maybe she doused it in alcohol and set it ablaze.

Well, some cocktails involve fire....

I hope your vacation was awesome, Kat & lori.

So, I've finished with one part of the thing I have to finish for tomorrow. I have four more to go, two of them actually require me being able to think. I'm thinking I'm going to start with one of those, then an easy one, then the more difficult part, then the last one. I'm sure y'all are fascinated by my plans.

Kat! Robin! Other travelers! Welcome each to their respoctive homes. I'm going to travel soon to some other floor of the building in hunt of something to eat. Not as exciting as NYC, but, hey, food. Probably some powder that needs hot water over it to resemble something that's supposed to taste like real food (no vending machines in the building), but, hey, sort-of-food.

[Edit: 8=1+4+3, as well as 81=3^4]

[Another Edit: Why can't I write 3&sup4; the way I do with 3²?]

Kat! How was your trip? I prefer top center, but I never sent you the paper.

That sounds like a sound plan, Nilly.

Nilly! I went to a bat mitzvah for a co-worker's daughter 2 weeks ago. It was on a Friday evening, so Shabbat services were part of the evening. Before sundown, the daughter talked about what it means to be bat mitzvah, and she illustrated the idea of mitzvot by lighting Shabbat candles, and invited all the women to come up and light small candles as well. It was nice to be included in that way.

Anyway, it reminded me of you, and getting to spend Shabbat with you at Deb's house, and how lovely it was.

The wedding was glorious. Only 65 people, and the bride and groom (and their 3-year-old daughter) were giddy with happiness. It was in a club which was a mansion built in the late 1800s. So beautiful, with incredible carved marble balustrades and a library with floor to ceiling mahogany shelving. The bride is from a literary family and her father brought the room to tears by reading a poem her grandfather (a famous poet) had written about her when she was 4 years old, which ended with a vision of her as a bride.

Trip was great; thanks for asking. The flight home today? That was shit. But whatev.

you want me to wait until you send paper or do you want me to get paper for you on my own?

I got a letter from my bank saying my debit card was in the group of cards whose private details was stolen electronically. Me and like 30,000 other californians.

But argh.

They are sending a new card which is good because my old one? the signature line is mostly gone due to overuse.

I really want to know what the rest of the lyrics are to "My Girlfriend Who Lives On Coruscant".

Actually, it never really got beyond the title (and my tagline) because all the people involved were laughing too hard to filk any more. ("If You Were Gay" was similarly derailed by nothing rhyming with mitichlorian.) But instead, I give you this (first verse in whitefont because it is a bit spoily):

My wife is preggers, I can see that she will die,
Put on the Jedi Council, a master? No, not I!
I fought with Obi-Wan and fell in lava, I fry!

So whyyyyyyy, do I have a penis helmet?
It sucks to be me! It sucks to be me!
Sucks to trained by a Jedi master that is hot for me!
It sucks to be me.

Hey Buffistas.

Shame about the sucky Tuesdays. My Tuesday has not been all that sucky except for the fact that it's Tuesday already which means one less day to do all of the stuff I have to do before Friday. And I have freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, so that means the day automatically can't be that bad.

I always thought the male-pattern baldness thing was about your uncles, not maternal grandfather. And this sucks, because now I know that any future son of mine will be a total baldhead. Signed, my father went seriously bald in his early 20s, but my brother at 26 has still got plenty o' hair.

My Tuesday isn't sucking too much, except for the (biological TMI) fact that my skirt is now closer to the earth.

Oh Robin, that sounds lovely. Did you get to eat everywhere you wanted to eat?

Also, while I was gone I got a phone call about a new teaching gig. Meep!