Happy birthday, Hil!

OMG CUTE SQUEAKABOO.

So apparently at least two people missed me, and thus here I am to give a life update.

Work: I am still working at Michigan Book and Supply, and it's going fine. It's an easy job, and I kick ass at it. I'm also currently in training to be a Kaplan teacher for the GRE prep course. That will bring in a little more cash. No progress on the medical writing front, though there was a children's cancer foundation in Arcadia that was interested in me for a few days. That boosted my esteem slightly until the woman who was so excited about my qualifications sent them to the person a rung above her, and I never heard back. So I continue to suck.

Personal: Veronica Mars is pretty much what keeps me going these days. I'm at work all day, and when I get home, I don't feel like doing anything productive. Immersing myself in the fandom keeps me from examining my sad state of affairs in reality. So I continue to suck.

Family: My mom is under the impression that if I don't have a job by December, I'm moving back home. I don't know where she got that notion, as I have told her repeatedly I don't plan to move back home. This of course brought about the question "Don't you want to be with your family?" to which there is no right answer, since yes results in "Then why aren't you here?" and no results in "Fine, have a nice life." So I didn't answer. Then she brought up for the thirteen-thousandth time her brilliant deduction that the only reason I'm staying here is because I have a girlfriend, and when I denied it, she poked my agnosticism by saying that she couldn't make me swear to God that I was telling the truth. I yelled at her because I was frustrated, and there was the traditional heavy silence for thirty seconds before she hung up on me. So I continue to suck.

Romantic: Contrary to my mother's belief, I am as single as ever. So I continue to suck.

We're either being bombed or there are fireworks somewhere.

Since when are fireworks at like 6pm?

Since dusk moved?

brussel sprouts are wiley. they tried to escape even after I roasted them.

nice to see you P-C

Lily pictures are a very good cure for a bad mood. Too cute!

Not only is Lily adorable but "Squeakaboo" is such a cute nickname!!

Dear lord that child slays. What a punkin! and so brave!

I'm glad to know that eleven thirty o'clock is actually wrong.

Actually, I've seen the thirty o'clock on invitations before, especially super-formal ones. I'm guessing it's one of those anachronistic throwbacks that should have been..um..thrown back.

Nora, backflung and vw backflung. ETA: Awesome afghan!

Good to see you, PC. Sorry (some) things are as usual, glad you still have a job.

If I were doing a super-formal invitation, I'd say, "half past eleven o'clock."

During most of its history, these forms were usually used with names of whole numbers only--"three o'clock," not "three thirty o'clock." Indication of day or night was done by specifying "six o'clock at night." The style you cite--"6:30 p.m. o'clock"--is a very formal style found in invitations and other rigid contexts. In most cases one would simply say "6:30 p.m.," but in formal situations the expression of time is felt to be incomplete without the "p.m." and the "o'clock." While this is indeed awkward, it is rare; it can be pretentious when used in non-formal ways. And very formal invitations have enough awkward elements to them that we probably shouldn't worry too much about how the time is stated.

From here.

Deena, insent.

Emily's flight is delayed. I'm sleepy. This is not a good combination for someone who's supposed to be picking her up from the airport.