Second cup of coffee:

And stay dry, Laura!

Wow. I didn't get to stop in at all yesterday. I missed my Bitches.

Stay dry, Laura!

Aimee, definitely check in with your Y to see if they'll work out some type of arrangement with you. Mine is doing that now. They really are pretty good of making sure that everyone that wants to be a member is able to be a member. So, at least check it out.

I should be in the shower and getting ready for the day. But, instead, I'm doing cookbook stuff and drinking coffee. It's more fun.

I've played one single game of D&D, ever, and never seen a single episode of Doctor Who. Though I did watch the Tom Hanks cautionary tale about the evils of D&D when it first aired, and I wouldn't object to watching DW if I had any idea where to start. So there's that.

AS is indeed adorable, but I think her t-shirt needs to include the entire dialogue. It's only four lines, and it's so very perfect.

Much, much eye-ma to askye's mom. The ex eye doctor sounds like an utter ass, and the new eye doctor is quite right to be appalled. I'm cringing just thinking of your poor mom with a buckle! in her eye!!!1! and Handwavey McFuckhole, M.D. not even considering that he might have done less than perfect work and airily telling her to take some Tylenol. Bah. Surgery and recovery-ma to her, along with all the spare pain-ma that isn't already headed in Cass's direction.

I stupidly went and read the health insurance article Emily mentioned, and, um, yeah. It's pretty enraging. I almost want to send a copy to my boss, except that last night I had a terrible nightmare that I witnessed him having a heart attack, and I'm afraid if I send him the article the dream might turn out to be prophetic.

I played D&D in high school.

Much ~ma to askye's mom.

Timelies. I'm the Fourth Doctor, whatever that means (well, it apparently means I'm bohemian, smart, and scatterbrained. What else is new?) I've not seen much of Dr. Who, either.

~ma for those who need it, especially tiggy's aunt and askye's mom.

Strange night last night. A random woman (in very ugly vinyl pants) accused me of attacking her solar plexus and diaphragm because - get this - I'm wearing black nail polish & I was wearing my black CAT boots last night. She started speaking to me in backward English and asking me if I listened to Rob Zombie or Marilyn Manson. Honey, you're the one who can actually speak backwards and you're also wearing all black (and way too much blush by the way). If I ever attack your solar plexus, you'll know by MY FIST in YOUR GUT. Go. Away.

Some people.

I stupidly went and read the health insurance article Emily mentioned, and, um, yeah. It's pretty enraging.

I bought that issue but so far have avoided reading the article, as last night I filled my daily rage quotient reading about Intelligent Design. [link]

AS: "But that's for boynerds! I'm a girlnerd!"

It shouldn't be so hard for a huge girlnerd like me to find a boynerd to call my own.

You'd think.

Hey, you guys went from Farscape to Doctor Who without telling me. No fairs. I loved the new Doctor Who.

Also, Plei, love the Squeak for Evil picture.

I read the US insurance article. I'd be enraged, except I read pretty much the same thing before and I am in rage burnout.

You'd think the industry folks who are getting screwed to the wall over insurance premiums for their employees would put some pressure on lawmakers. Might as well use the dumb ass legalized bribery that we call "political contributions" for good, for once.