I am Big Tittied. Where is my Politburo? I think I deserve a Politburo.

Can you imagine how much it sucked to live in the Soviet Union from the 30s through the 50s?

The best part is, you spend 15 years starving and/or being oppressed like crazy, and then you have to turn around and spend 5 years going, "Wait, okay, we don't want to be Soviets, but we don't want to be/be massacred by Nazis either." Like, does Fate have to choke a bitch??

It is Monday morning, in all of its Mondayness. I can faithfully report that Blueberry Iced Coffee from Dunkies is very blueberry, but in that "I melted a popsicle in your iced coffee" way, and not in a real-blueberry-taste way.

In frozen coffee drinks news, I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream. And will ask for some of Daddy's ice cream approximately 27 times in the time it takes Daddy to drink a Frappuccino.

Clearly, daddy should have had ice cream instead, thereby removing the confusion.

We eat our ice cream after Eve goes to bed, so we don't have to share...

ION, I have just learned that a college friend of mine's cousin is a purveyor of pasties. For your pasty needs, see [link] (NOT work safe, but not violating public deceny laws in most states!)

I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream

Well, yeah. A frappucino is basically a coffee shake. Your little girl's no dummy.

I can report that an almost two year old cannot tell the difference between a Frappuccino and ice cream

But her parents can tell the difference after she's ingested the former, I'd guess. My nephew got into his dad's pepsi the other weekend. My SIL was ready to kill both of them. (My brother for being such a flake and leave un-D friendly stuff lying around and D for bouncing off the walls and being one wired toddler. The kid is scary enough without sugar and caffeine.)

This weekend I watched the new SG-1, Atlantis, and read HP6. I did not watch BSG because I'm resisting new shows like whoa, and until Dana traps me in her house and shows me the DVDs, it ain't happening.

But I'm kind of cranky and discussed-out already on all of them, because fandom is large with the wank. Or possibly I just need more coffee.

I'm coming down with a cold. I've lost my appetite, congested, sore throat, sensitive ears, and most startlingly, am having a bit of a job keeping down my breakfast. Which was tea and vitamins.

AND I go to Montreal on Wednesday.

Not happy.

I guess I should take a sick day -- no, better to work from home I guess, but I hate phrasing these things.

Poor sick ita. I often find vitamins nauseating, myself.

I am glad to be in air conditioning, but the fact that it's at work is slightly less exciting. Why can't I be in the movies instead?? And I have a zillion faxes to send, each of which needs a cover sheet. Stoopid work!!!

Oh, also? WTF with the crazy hurricanes all in a row?

Poor ita. The sick sucks.