Utilikilt sighting at the coffee shop this a.m. Sort of a slate blue color. Not that I'm suggesting that anyone needs another, but it was quite nice looking.

Vague sort of mostly-quoteless-cause-I'm-lazy-that-way-meara:

I'm all bummed now that Raquel was living in the East Bay for a while and I never knew her. So far I've missed out on early Raquel, -t, tommyrot, P-C, and possibly Lori, and only met Kat a week or so before she moved south. Stoopid lack of time-travel capacity.

I *love* humidity.

Humidity is fine by me. Dry heat, too. Pretty much, heat. The happiest summer I ever spent was the summer after college graduation, when I stayed on campus (Hudson Valley) as a student intern at New York Stage & Film. Hot, hot, hot, a little damp (not brutal Deep South humidity, just enough to keep the hair curly and the nasal passages from turning into hot sandpaper), nearly endless daylight, fireflies at dusk, and warm enough to walk down to the town's only 24-hour diner at 2 a.m. wearing shorts and a tank top in perfect comfort. If San Francisco could only have just exactly those summer nights, it would be the most perfect city in the universe.

Also, pfoo, Nora, on the W/D error, but yay on fixing it, and you and Tom should know that I still swoon with envy and wonder every time I think of your new house. That virtual tour you posted a link to oh so long ago was just stunningly gorgeous, and it'll be even better when everything in it is yours.

Also, juliana is just ridiculously pretty.

As Jen noted, Fay having a date didn't seem to warrant much comment because it seems so natural and obvious and exactly the way the world should work. Or, as Emmett would phrase it: Fay has a date? Well, duh.

And Kara and Aiden need to stop rappelling up the major appliances before they completely wreck their poor mom.

ION, I am blotchy and cranky. Something yesterday, the big green baseball fields or the sunscreen or something, kicked my allergies into hyperdrive, and my eyes are puffy and goopy and scritchy and I was mostly airless for much of last night. Compared to the physical ailments of many of my friends on and offline it's pretty minor, but oh so irksome. Also, the skin around my eyes is all raw and irritated from 18 hours of salt water leakage, and (whitefonted for grossitude) when I got up I had to blindly feel my way to the bathroom and rinse them open as they were pasted shut. Bleah.

eta: IOtherON, at Howl's Moving Castle yesterday I picked up a very lovely free slightly-larger-than-mini-poster for Mad Hot Ballroom, mostly 'cause I remembered a couple of other Buffistas had already seen it and loved it. If anyone would like it, ping me (I suck at mailing, so it may not get to you anytime soon, but it will eventually, I swear).

taking something with your left hand considered wrong in Malaysia

This. Sort of a taboo, because squat toilets + no toilet paper = clean self with left hand. So taking food or giving food or eating food with your left hand is considered esp. gross, and doing other stuff like offering money or touching someone with it is "dirty" and tacky.

One thing about the squat toilets is the newer ones had hoses with good water pressure next to them, so you could hose the 5-inch cockroaches away.

The only thing I like about humidity is it makes my hair almost fluffy

Oh lord, humidity makes my hair look like Sideshow Bob.

Huh. I've been cleaning stuff with Pine Sol, and it appears to have removed all the skin on my fingers.

::ahem::

Happy Birthday, JZ!!!

Oops.

H A P P Y

J Z ! !

Happy Birthday, JZ!!

ETA: Anyway! Who cares if the craxy lady makes us all look like craxy lemmings. We're lemmings of love. We follow love and spread it willy-nilly. Up with the love cliff! Don't give up the.....AIIEEEE!!!!!!!

::thump, thwap, plop, thud::

Ooops. My bad. I jumped the gun with excessive birthday excitement: DavidS "Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty." Jun 10, 2005 8:34:40 pm PDT

I have no idea how I got it in my head that JZ's is today.

Thanks for the no left hand info Raquel. I have to admit, between that and the cockroachs, Malaysia didn't get any higher on my list of places to visit.

Steph, do I even have to say it?

Steph, do I even have to say it?

I know, I know.

I FUCKING RULE!!!!

(Heh.)