Allyson, I'm sorry. Strength to you and your family.

I'm sorry about your grandfather, Allyson. Much peace to you and your family.

Checks: I have plain, green ones. The utility companies and my landlord will just have to cope with the boredom.

Tattoos: None at the moment. I've been dithering about what to get, and where. At the moment I'm thinking of a stylized harebell: [link]

But that's just one in a series of possibilities. When I get an idea that sticks for a while I'll see about actually getting the tattoo.

tired. slept in, therfore late. it seems everyone at work is dragging, so am in good company.

The lady at the coffee place where I get coffee about half the week now remembers me and almost remembers my order. That's nice.

I have X-Men checks from a company called Checks in the Mail. (They also have Spider-Man checks, but I resisted, as it's not quite my thing.) Not as expensive as you might think.

A friend of mine has gotten several tattoos from classic Tenniel and Gorey illustrations -- the original b&w line art makes for very attractive tattoos that he's not afraid will go out of fashion or else make him embarrassed when he's pushing his walker down the nursing home corridors.

So, Love Monkey may have been cancelled, but the kid singer seems to be doing OK -- I heard his song on the radio yesterday, and now it's on MTV.

The lady at the coffee place where I get coffee about half the week now remembers me and almost remembers my order. That's nice.

You are the anti-me. And that's not a size dig. I don't give the Coffee Bean person my first name, but my last (though one cheerfully remembers it and greets my by it) and I vary my order anyway. I would like them to remember that when I say "regular tea latte in a large cup" I want extra space not extra milk, but other than that...back off the familiarity.

I'm not the sort of person that thrives on being a regular. In fact, one of the cashiers said "Oh! You always get the same thing!" and seemed taken aback when I denied it.

Oh I don't want any familiarity aside from them knowing my order(since it does not change except for size). No trying to chat with me, no asking my name, no no no. I stopped going to a regular place in this neighborhood because my bagel guy attempted to get chatty.

{{{Allyson}}}

So sorry to hear about your grandfather.

I stopped going to a regular place in this neighborhood because my bagel guy attempted to get chatty.

That sounds more like my msbelle.

They ask names at the Bean so they can call them out to get the orders picked up. Every now and again they ask for my first name instead, and when I give it to them they usually just go with the surname. If they pronounce my first name wrong, I probably won't realise they're calling me.

I stopped going to one comic store because somehow I let slip to the strange old guy that I did the martial arts and he wanted to cast me in a movie he was working on.

Been there, done the ick. Haven't been back the store.

My replacement comic book place kinda disturbs me because once I got my pull list every guy behind the desk automatically knows which bag to grab for me as I walk in the door. Despite me never having, oh, seen them before.

The only thing I'm really a regular about is cigarettes, and most places I've lived, the local deli person remembers what I smoke. Not this guy -- not only do I have to tell him what it is every time, I have to direct him to the right pack. It's weird to me.