Emily finally took off!

Fly, Em, fly!

I'm gonna be SO sleepy tomorrow!

I put my jammies on already and brushed my teeth, so when I get home I can go straight to bed.

I know. I'm weird.

Just read about the brunch, Sparky, and it reminded me about when I did my internship at the University of San Francisco Gleeson Library. This is a Jesuit institution. They threw a lovely party each year in the special collections for St. Jerome's Day (the patron saint of libraries). The party seemed marvelously fancy, with wine and grapes and fancy cheeses, but I think that may have been because it was in California instead of Alaska and perhaps partially because it's a private institution. I'll just say that the parties I've been to at public institutions in Alaska have been much more lowbrow. Fun, but lowbrow.

Hi, PC!

P-C, if this were a sit-com, we would be contractually obligated to tell you to lie to your mother, to create an imaginary girl-friend. Not sure which would be funnier: a fictional girl-friend who fits within your mother's specifications for your apropriate mate (other than that she didn't pick the girl out herself); or, a fictional girlfriend diametrically opposed to your mother's dreams - say, an albino slut-bomb from New Jersey. Also, there is the challenge of finding someone to pretend to be your girlfriend when your parents visit. Hopefully this will be someone you actually like, because you would then be contractually obligated to fall for this girl, forcing you to give an impassioned speach about being allowed to love whomever you choose.

P.S. You so do not suck. You are a bright, witty, compassionate, hard-working man. I'd be proud as a herd of peacocks to have a son who turned out as great as you. (I'd bet a week's pay that your mother is, but chooses not to show it for fear it would harm your character)

P.S. I miss you here too, but as I see you in other threads, don't worry too much.

Hey, connie!

WS, the next time she pulls that shit, I'm tempted to tell her, "You know, I might as well go and get myself a girlfriend, since it doesn't make any difference to you. I might as well get the pleasure I'm supposed to be having."

PC's mother is very specific if she's got non-albino requirements. And a bit arbitrary.

I honestly have found myself thinking at random times of the day, "I wonder how Polter is." Now I know! You've not broken anything irreplaceable, you haven't come down with a world-threatening infectious disease, and you haven't been shanghaied into a strange cult of science-writer worshipers. Because, really, you get adopted as someone's god, and then they expect you to produce rain and crops and pie on Friday.

PC's mother is very specific if she's got non-albino requirements. And a bit arbitrary.

Well, if you're going to screen for geographical origins, religion, and caste, you might as well screen for genetic flaws, too. I know I would.