Damn, I missed it last night between football and baseball. I wonder if Comedy Central is replaying it? I'd kind of like to see it.

Supposed to be writing my cheat sheet for the Abstract Algebra test. Still can't think of anything to put on it. This does not bode well.

I was a little bored by the Colbert Report. Can't figure it out...I usually *love* SC's phony anchor but it seemed like the gags went on too long.

I taped it and TDS for my son as a compromise since I wouldn't allow him to stay up and watch. (don't want to give up my meanest mommy award) We watched TDS show this morning and Jon was brilliant as always. Also, I have big Dolly love so that was good. I won't get to watch Colbert until he gets home from school because someone (point finger at dad) changed the channel to the football game after TDS so I had to reset the tape to go again at 10:30 this morning.

A lot of words to say I'll catch it later.

I have big Dolly love

Dolly who?

We watched TDS show this morning and Jon was brilliant as always. Also, I have big Dolly love so that was good.

Dolly was on TDS?!!?!! I wonder if it's rerun sometime later today...after I get back home and can watch. LOVE DOLLY!

Dolly who?

Parton I'd imagine. She's promoting a new album now.

That's what I thought, but I wanted to make sure. So jealous I missed that!

Morning all!

Thanks for letting me whine these last few weeks about my Astronomy class. It ended last night. I did turn in that asssignment - a week late and only 50% complete, but the teacher kept saying he wouldn't deduct for me being late and to turn in what I had...so I did. It almost killed my perfectionist soul.

The big news is that with any luck, Mom should be discharged today.

Man, it's going to be One Of Those Days. I walked into work, chatty!co-worker immediately pissed me off with his condescending metrosexual/dandy/clotheshorse schtick, and I tried to brush it off with a Jane Austen-esque allusion, but he's never read Jane Austen, and didn't know that's what I was doing, so he thought I was attacking him personally, and then he got pissed off at me.

Is it 5:00 yet?

For the record, the conversation of Pissing-Offness went a little something like this:

I walk in the door, see that Chatty and Incompetent!Boss are both wearing brown long-sleeve knit pullover shirts with collars and a button or 2 at the neck.

Me: "You guys! Did you plan this last night?"
Chatty: "Huh?"
Me: "You two are wearing the same shirt."
Incompetent: "Same shirt as what?"
Me: "Huh?"
Incompetent: "What do you mean, we're wearing the same shirt? Same as *what*?"
Me (already frustrated at how ignant he is): "The SAME! The SAME! Your shirts are the SAME!"
Chatty: "No, they aren't."
Me: "Whuzza?"
Chatty, to Incompetent: "Does your shirt have 2 buttons, or 3? Also, is it a heavy knit, or lightweight? Because *mine* is lightweight, with only 2 buttons. Yours looks heavier, with 3 buttons."

At this point I'm irritated that a simple comment noting the similarity of their shirts has been turned into an exercise in making me look like a rube who can't even tell the differences between two CLEARLY VERY DIFFERENT SHIRTS. So, great. I feel like a fucking hick because I didn't notice that Incompetent, sitting 15 feet away, was wearing a heavier-weight shirt.

So I say, trying to joke it off, "I always knew that my inability to identify knit weight would mean I could never find a husband of rank. I guess it's mill-workers for me, or nothing."

Chatty: "Mill workers can't identify knit weight?"
Me: "It doesn't matter if they can or can't; a mill worker still wouldn't be a husband of rank, and it seems I'll never be able to attain such status."
Chatty: "So factory workers are second-class citizens? Nice. *I* used to work in a factory."

[Which made me think, "My MOTHER was a factory...."]

And his offense at my horribly executed riff on Jane Austen finally made me realize he had no idea it was a riff on a fucking book written many years ago when people were more uptight about issues of rank and marriageability and whatnot.

So I explained, and he said, icily, "No. I *didn't* know that's what you were *trying* to do."

So. Gonna be a loooooooooooooong fucking day with the mill worker.

I always forget that Chatty is very very VERY Anya-like in his tendency toward literalness, so OF COURSE he'd point out that their shirts weren't the same. Because I used the word "same," which implies exact copy, or some such bullshit.

I should have said something like "Oh, you two are wearing shirts that are of a similar but not exactly matching color and style, though the fabric weight and number of buttons are very likely not the same. Isn't that funny?"

[Which made me think, "My MOTHER was a factory...."]

You totally shoulda gone this route. Poor Teppy. Ignore the evil people.