I'm watching the Saturday Night Live special on NBC. It takes me back 30 years which is a mixed emotion kinda thing. Hee very funny. Whoa we were really stoned. Huh guess I'm not alone in getting old. Hee very funny.

MommmmmM!!!! Nora's making me hungry!!

My parents' stove was gas with the broiler inside.

What are the arguments for putting it one place or the other, I wonder?

I wonder if it has something to do with gas broiling being more effective in an enclosed space with the older style of flame nozzle?

That cider and whiskey has left quite the glow on my cheeks...

Hmm. I went to work today for like, six hours. Kind of annoying. Kind of productive feeling. But the fact that I have to go back tomorrow? And Monday, Tuesday, etc etc? Not so thrilling.

It's way too early in the morning to be coherent. Shut up, I don't care if the clock says 7:30, I'm exceedingly gronkly

Um, 7:30 IS too early to be coherent. I would never begrudge you that! I find morning people...odd. Though I admit I am jealous.

(Enid) should combine forces with Ingrid.

See, my grandmother's name (Ella) has made a comback, so nothing is impossible, but...Enid? Just, no. Ingrid, OTOH, is quite a pretty name.

However, my folks' names are just as bad/worse, and I've told them to their faces: Bernice and Hubert

Good lord. That's not encouraging to name a grandchild after...mine were Ella and Josephine Dorothy (she went by Dot). Not thinking either of those are going either. But I had no idea so many of you had Dorothy grandmothers!! I never would've thought of "Dory" as a nickname, but now it makes me think of "Finding Nemo" and smile.

All the names and the popularity of them fascinate me.

We were this close to naming Mallory Jack or Jackson, but a) thought it sounded weird with James and

Jack James sounds kind of like a fake name!

I also like Callum, and love Thaddeus--I've met exactly one person with the name

Does anyone remember Darth, former buffista (and still an LJer)? His name is Thad...

He, of course, favors Shazam for any child he has, which I always answer with this: "That's a great name for a DOG.

You're right, Sparky. Faboooooo dog name!

I think ita wins the ancestors-with-funny-names contest.

Tom's dr. won't give him a vasectomy and mine won't give me an IUD because we're too young and those are options for "families."

He won't give you an IUD??? Jeeeeeez.

Me, I don't want to have kids unless I've got like, a partner and suchlike...but I'm definitely wondering if that's going to happen. I'd hate to not get to have kids becuase of that, but...no desire to be a single parent either.

That has to be the gayest post ever perpetrated by a married het dude who lives near SF, ever.

Hee. Because there is SOOOO much competition in that category...

I had my boss and coworkers over for drinks last night--they showed up around 8pm, and left around 1AM, having kicked several bottles of liquor and everyone being quite drunk. This morning we were all at work, and hungover. Heh.

Everyone else's dinners sound AWESOME. I need Buffistas to come cook for me.

Wow, I can't read the thread for two days and come back to 1000s of messages! Okay, a thousand.

(askye, don't worry, I'm sure that Federer will kick Agassiz's butt.)

And back 1000-some messages:

"Fucking cocksucking goddamn bastard son of a whore bubble!"

If Emm were to say this in that tiny baby voice? It would just be cute. . . plus the temptation to laugh would be very very large.

And everyone talks too much about cake and cupcakes here . . . want cake.

JZ's on her way home from the Faire. I'm making her a quick clam sauce over linguini. Sautee mushrooms in olive oil and butter and garlic. Toss in canned clams with the juice. Some basil. Little wine. Mix with pasta.

You are a nice husband.

You are a nice husband.

Thanks! She's going to be starving. And sweaty and tired. I think I'll put her in the bath with some bath salts and the candles and what not after she's fed.

Her Puritan schtick this year is to do rants in the manner of The Tick, but in Renaissance English. Inspired by Emmett's Little Wooden Boy, she made her own Wee Oaken Lad.

Thanks! She's going to be starving. And sweaty and tired. I think I'll put her in the bath with some bath salts and the candles and what not after she's fed.

Dear Mr. Smay,

STOP. MAKING. US. LOOK. BAD.

Signed, all the other married men in the world.