Oh, Cass, too bad Emily's not awake. She'd love to talk Egyptian math with you!

I didn't delete the program yet for precisely that reason - I need to rewatch and have some bits of it explained. It's really interesting and I will pick Emily's spicy brains sometime soon.

Argh. I'm sure that email was a phish, but I can't track it down. And every time I try to report it to Amazon I get a "We're sorry, we can't process your request" message.

And while I really do think it was a phishing email, there's always the possibility that my bank did its periodic random suspension of my credit card, for having charges from Greece.

And no matter what, my Amazon account is gone.

And it's hard to concentrate on tracking this down, because Mallory wants to play "Do you really mean No?"

The DH and I just bought new Christmas CDs. I bought Diana Krall's because I knew he'd like it, and he bought Nox Arcanis (dark ambient) because he knew I'd like it.

And it's hard to concentrate on tracking this down, because Mallory wants to play "Do you really mean No?"

Ah. Emeline's new favorite game as well.

(Emeline reaches for books, which, while I applaud the whole "Yes, go get books" thing, I frown upon the whole "No, do not EAT the books" thing. 'sides, she has her own books to eat.)

Me: "Emeline, no."

Emeline: Pauses in action, does not move. Beat. Reaches for book.

Me: "Emeline. No."

Emeline: Puts hand down, heaves sigh as though to say "Lord, what fools these parents be." Reaches for book.

Me: "Emeline! No."

Emeline: Turns around with sly grin as though to say "Seriously, what makes you think I will listen to what you say? Seriously. Look at this cute face. I know you don't want me to do this. I also know that I am cute. So...seriously." Reaches for book.

Me: Puts Emeline in playpen for two minutes.

Emeline: Cries in horrified shock at the injustices and iniquities laid upon her by a cruel and unfeeling ogre of a father.

Me: Resists urge to take her out of playpen early, pat her head and kiss her cheek and find a first edition of some rare book for her to gnaw upon with abandon. Often succeeds.

Love MM, Scary Dad. Fay, I think I'd giggle like I'm twelve. But I have a hard time thinking somebody having sex *with me* would be thinking about me during sex. I have got a deadline so if you see me here for longer than the next hour or so, tell me to go take care of it, okay?

I think I've mentioned that they are building a cathedral right next to my office. I just found out that they are posting the occasional picture of the progress. You can't see my office building in this shot, but it is just to the right of the bulding you can see.

Fun, fun, fun - tractors, and dirt diggers, and cement trucks, oh my!

Timelies.

{{{{Daisy}}}}

That looks like quite a cathedral.

Um, no, but maybe he's barking at you because you're an ASSHOLE.

heh. my thought too.

Joe, if there was any doubt that is YOUR kid... She's not even a year and she's all "I'm a rebel, I'm a cute funny fucking little rebel. I will out smart you with brains and charm. And I can eat Toledo (or in her case the Toledo Public Library) and not gain an ounce."

I'm sorry, DJ.

Me: Resists urge to take her out of playpen early, pat her head and kiss her cheek and find a first edition of some rare book for her to gnaw upon with abandon. Often succeeds.

Hee!

And I'm glad the local gay boys find Fay as awesome as we do. Well, I won't cop to invoking her name right after sex or the like, but still, that's a really cute story.