Allyson, you'd be great at PR. Apply.

Plei, I love that ring. Beautiful.

Also beautiful? Sleeping baby. Sleeping toddler girl also a treat. Last night when DH tucked her in, Franny climbed into the bed, did a somersault, and then curled up and fell asleep. It's like she's part cat.

Ugh. I now need to try to grade. Which of course means Franny will wake up from her nap in about 10 minutes.

Stephen Colbert interviewed by the Onion AV Club.

I had no idea he was an NU alum! What was the theatre department thinking, making us all aware of Charlton Heston and David Schwimmer when we had Colbert to boast about? Craxy!

[eta: And unless I'm mistaken about which acting teacher he's talking about, I'm 2 degrees from Colbert! He took acting from her, and I stage-managed the production of Hecuba she directed. Who wants to touch me?]

I know nothing about the MarQueen, except that the building is very pretty.

It's pretty central.

Cool. I can get a good deal there.

I have working heat again. Which, obviously, will mean that our series of very chilly nights is now over. But at least my failure to light the pilot light was less about my failure and more about a wonky electrical circuit. And there was a wee gas leak. So good on me for actually calling the gas co and then actually keeping the appointment five days later.

Last night when DH tucked her in, Franny climbed into the bed, did a somersault, and then curled up and fell asleep. It's like she's part cat.

Now I am terribly curious as to whether they or the Wild Animal Park are having (or have had) luck breeding them.

'Spose they can always death-match 'em if nothing else.

When I was thinking they were furry little puffballs of death, I was sort of hoping it was for something that would be dinner not each other.

Burrell, Alibelle's number is the same mobile number as before.

They talk about the things that stress caged cats. I wonder what psychological effects not hunting has on the carnivores.

I'm sure it'd fuck me up.

Listening to new Right Said Fred. "I Love My Car" is impossibly perky. It's a bit scary.

One thing that weirds me out about LA is that all the fitness people have at least some marginal involvement in The Industry and hence all look like models.

Depends on what one means by "LA". I was born in LA proper and was raised in South Pasadena. I went to school at UCLA. I lived in LA 'til I was 21 or so. I really didn't run into the stereotypical LA people talk about all that much. They filmed some in So Pas and at my school. My brother went to UCLA's Theater School so I met Jack Black well before he was famous and started hearing a little industry terminology. But in general, life for people outside of West LA is pretty normal. Our health care pros look like health care pros anywhere else. It's West LA that's a different world. But even going to school at UCLA and living in Westwood, I didn't run into it much. I didn't have money to belong to a gym and I wasn't going to chiros yet because my family thought chiros were quacks.

My chiro's not in West LA. And when I went to West Hollywood for coffee I was stunned by how industry the cafe was. When I lived with Allyson in Los Feliz, celebrities were thicker on the ground than they are around me in West LA (well, except for at my gym).