Hi...well the current photos taken today did not come out, Hecubus, which is sad as I'm wearing my yellow, Willowesque, Elmo-pelt blouse, which would be cute and photographable...however, I did start a new photo album that seems to be mostly haircuts past, minus a photo of my brother, age five.(politician, blah-blah hometown boy, hometown values, cliche-cakes.) But it was my idea to put the star wars guys in the picture. It's "Erika's Photos volume two" at [link] and my current cut looks like the fuschia-shirt photos, except maybe a little shorter. We need some new floppies. We'll get some and reconstruct the shots, if possible, but I didn't want to leave you photo-less...just possibly blind(Oh, that's that thing you smack me down for, right? Habit.)ET distinguish between my plain pinkish shirt and the "Fuck Bayliss" shirt.(Which is a sentence even I don't use every day.) Also, wrote irritable LTE in response to Repulsive's views on gay marriage. I've just added fifty years to my age, I think. Sigh.

taking something with your left hand considered wrong in Malaysia

In a lot of countries, I think

so you could hose the 5-inch cockroaches away.

Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew. And that's above and beyond the "squat toilets" issue. (Luckily when I was in Korea, most of the places that had squat toilets also had one or two Western-style, that there was just a longer line for. In Vietnam, I didnt' go any places that were like that, but I'm sure there ARE)

But you can get the traditional Malaysian dish "nazi goering." Really

If you spell it "nasi gareng" you can get it here in DC! Our cockroaches are only 1-2"!!

You know what's hard to find? Black nail polish

I found some in the supercheap Wet and Wild section at the drugstore, a couple months ago when I was looking.

In a lot of countries, I think

I think it's also a wider Muslim cultural tradition as well.

I think it's also a wider Muslim cultural tradition as well.

Well, it has more to do with the potty conditions than Muslim traditions.

Well, it has more to do with the potty conditions than Muslim traditions.

Historically, sure. But I have some vague recollection that people refer it to the hand the prophet preferred for some reason.

But I have some vague recollection that people refer it to the hand the prophet preferred for some reason.

Did the prophet prefer it fried or broiled?

Worst. Joke. Ever.

Worst. Joke. Ever.

Word. Yet still funny.

I met Angela Bassett tonight. I also met Courtney B. Vance and Reginald Vel Johnson, who are both very lovely men and quite nice. Ms. Bassett is... guh. Seriously. I don't get star-struck as a rule. But Angela... Holy shit. She's so beautiful that I wish I had any shred of sculpting or painting ability, just to attempt to capture that beauty. She got introduced to me, and I was damn near tongue-tied. Actually, I was exceedingly polite and formal, because that is what I default to. But DAMN.

Anyway. That was my night. Well, there was a lot of drinking and chatting with actors, but I do that most nights.

That was my night.

Very Jealous.

Seriously. She's so pretty. And she's going to be very good as Hildy. And pretty.