in Alaska, which is apparently a short flight from Melbourne these days).

Whoot! I see visits for long weekends. Perhaps me in Melbourne in our winter, billytea and Wallybee in Juneau during theirs. Fantabulous!

I escaped the siren lure of cable until Babylon 5 moved to TNT. Once I finally had cable, I'm like, "Cooking shows! Crafts! Decorating! Dinosaurs!" It would be hard to go back.

For me it was Buffy. No WB here without cable. I only have teeny-tiny cable, but SciFi is slowly but surely dragging me towards big cable.

Hee. My desk is the worst, I thought. I was in a doctor's office last week doing something to his computer and was delighted that his office was so much worse than mine.

I'll bet my office is worse yet. I keep remembering the first few years in this job, when I cleaned off my desk every night (except a couple of nights when I was in the middle of a project). I had never been that tidy before, and fear I will never be even close again. Even my guest chair is covered with books. Sigh.

A much more important topic, is that I still have to decide on f2f. I would desperately love to come, and my friend in Oregon would desperately love me to come and visit him on the way there or back. He has even offered me miles. But, it's not a great time to get away from work and the trip wouldn't be cheap even with miles and I have to go back east in the fall for my niece's wedding, and scheduling is a bear. I love Juneau, but travelling to and from is a pain. Ack. Decisions.

My dad told me to shut my eyes, carried me into the stall, held me up while I did my thing. told me to shut my eyes, went to the sink and held me while I washed my hands, then we left. And he was very specific about not telling my mother :)

Gud, I can't even remember what age my parents decided on for that. I suppose a lot of parents play it by ear and just decide based on the kids' reactions. Like if a kid suddenly says something a little ooky one day...

Yeah, I remember being reasonably comfortable about body stuff when I was really little. One time in particular when I was joking around with my brothers and when I had to go to the bathroom, they just came inside with me and we continued our conversation. But at some point the good ol' Catholic body shame was inculcated. When I went to Denmark as an exchange student of 16, it was my first experience with a co-ed dressing room. I think it took me 40 min. to get up the guts to finally change into my bathing suit. Even though it was clear the Danes didn't give a flying fig.

I sure wish I hadn't gotten the Catholic dosage, though. It takes years to surgically remove those implants.

And, yep, family bathrooms sound like a great idea.

It's the stranger penis that worries me.

I wish it had worried me in college.

I wish it had worried me in college.

I suppose I should have said, "Worries me now."

Oh, {{{Laura and Betsy}}}. Boy, parenting sounds tough.

Yeah, wrod. Oh, and Cindy? Totally related to your lj posting about the critic, although sadly House and UPN having basketball have sort of frelled me in re Veronica lately. But I have a similar bond with ex-salon critic Joyce Millman. Joyce Millman loved Buffy and Homicide before me, and wrote about it such that I feel like I owe her one. Maybe I've never forgiven Heather H. for not being Joyce M.(Even though I wish she were half as funny and cool as she thinks she is...that'd be the Bomb.) But it felt a little silly when some House fans were crabbing about what she'd said in NYT and I wanted to defend her not just the review.

It's the stranger penis that worries me.

Oh, honey, they're *all* strange.

A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet.

Wow, not touching this conversation, literally or figuratively.

::runs::