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.

Daisy Jane, I'm so very sorry, for your friend and for everyone left behind. Just so very sorry. My thoughts are with all of you.

Emeline's life of crime and MM the Evil Time-Out Enforcer are terribly cute and entertaining. Also, any mention of Emeline is making me grin, because I saw Perkins get her birthday presentt on Saturday, and it is head-'splodey with the cuteness.

Saw Perkins and MG this weekend, huzzah! The spare room is shaping up nicely, and Perkins's place is well on its way to thorough fabulosity. It still needs a bit more fabulousness, as well as more stuff on the walls, but a good start was made, despite being frequently impeded by Ozzie stalking underneath our feet and tripping us up, occasionally flumping down on a stack of whatever we were working on.

And now I've seen Goblet of Fire twice in two days. It was just exactly as good the second time (though not so emotionally overwhelming, which is probably a good thing), but the audience kinda sucked. Lots of noisemaking, lots of people getting up and putting on backpacks and hats and possibly giant puppet heads and walking back and forth in front of the screen.

During the last scene between Harry and Dumbledore, that very quiet and mournful and fatherly scene, two teenage girls got up and left and as they were heading out, exactly during a moment of deeply felt silence onscreen, one of them called out in a high clear voice, "Well, FUCK DAMN, bitch!" and then they both giggled their way out of the auditorium. So at least I now know for certain that I have no paranormal mental powers and cannot use my brain as a weapon, because if I could those girls would've been really most sincerely dead.

And two seconds after they left, a toddler right behind us started opening a bag of Funyuns. Very, very slowly. ::crackle crackle crackle:: "Harry, I know you--" ::crinkle crinkle:: "Yes, sir, I--" ::crumple snap crack crack crinkle:: "We should have--" ::MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH::

Funyun Toddler, second against the wall when the revolution comes, right after the FUCK DAMN Gigglers.

But the Saturday night audience at the South Bay theater with Perkins and MG? Enthusiastic but crinkle and fuck damn-free, and there were a bunch of kids at the earlier showing wearing Hogwarts robes, and the boy in line immediately behind us was wearing a hobbit cloak and reading a copy of Bone. Best kid-in-line-for-a-movie Evar.

I wish I could go see the new HP movie.

Sorry about the funyun-eating toddler bastard.

I wish I could go see the new HP movie.

Too occult for KC?