I had oysters and clam chowder for lunch. (Really fresh, upscale clam chowder.) And chili for dinner. I'm all sated on a cold night in SF.

Cute picture of Brenda!

I'm fiddling with my Evil Eye Cafe playlist. Sort of bizarro cabaret torch songs. Currently playing: "Trust In Me" (the Jungle Book song) by Holly Cole. Very torchy.

We had grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for dinner. YUMMMMMMM!

My mom is driving me CRAXY right now. Gah!

I've been looking for the Siouxsie and The Banshees cover of that song for years. I've only found a live version that is not *quite* as spooky as the one I remember.

David, the new hair is so much better than the old, too. I'll try to get some pics this weekend.

David, the new hair is so much better than the old, too. I'll try to get some pics this weekend.

Woot!

Aurelia, it's on Through the Looking Glass. A collection of covers.

The dog is playing with her new christmas stocking. (Shut up, David, I know.)

I'm dying of the cute.

Excellent. Thanks, Hec. I've never found Stay Awake when I've thought to look for it. Somehow I thought that's where it was.

God, my hair. Such a mess. But then I will be too for a couple more days. I hate it when my brother makes jokes about how cute and funny it is that our dad sucks. I know he needs to make him Sitcom!Dad...forgetful and thoughtless but still lovable, but I don't know...in real life, that has a real ugly side that it's hard for me to be amused by.I try not to go around hurt, but finding it endearing? Not really a stretch I want to make.

Sometimes I think my father is a rotten person with a terrible hole where his character should be, but they already cancelled "Arrested Development" so I don't think there will be a sitcom of that anytime soon.

The best I can come up with is that Dad is severely emotionally impaired, which is slightly more sympathetic, but only truly funny on Hank Hill.

But I can't tell my brother that...he'll whine and dig up every snotty thing I ever said since I'm twelve. Or say I've got no sense of humor. But it's not funny being the first draft, damn it.

Ugh, Erika. I've gone through so many stages with my dad - from outright hatred, to real hurt, to not giving a damn, to trying to appreciate the good and forget the bad, to pretending not to know him, to...well, all of it. I lived with my parents for a year after leaving school and didn't address him directly the entire time (not actually hard, when he was either not there or drunk). Now I'm at sort of a good place, where I can enjoy what's good about him and the rest - I'm really not affected by if I choose not to be.

But it took a fucking lot to get to that place, and my sister is not remotely there, which drags me back in since I am a total mama bear where she's concerned. And I've heard second hand that my bro, who's going through a lot of internal struggles right now, is talking to him a lot which - well, he'd be the last person I'd go to for life advice. But if my brother's getting something from him, then good for him. I like him now, even, in a way, mostly, but it's a lot because I'm pretty detatched.

All of that to say, yeah, I get it. And also that your brother's jokiness is probably as much a defense mech as anything. If you make yourself see it as funny (which to an outsider it can be) then maybe it's a step along the road of not letting someone else's bs control your life/emotions/reactions. But if hearing it isn't doing that for you, tell him.