I did find out about the time change before it happened, but at about 8 on Saturday night we were walking to dinner and I said to Bob, I says, "I wonder when daylight savings begins?" and he said, "Around 2 am" and I said, "No, the DATE, dumbass" and oh, how he laughed. I really had no clue.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Scola!

I had a lubberly breakfast with Hec this morning. Then went home thinking I'd nap but construction dudes needed something. So I futzed with that for an hour or two and THEN I napped. This "being productive during unemployment" thing isn't off to the rollicking start I'd planned.

I'm probably going to waste even more time online, then catch a ride to SF to rehearse Uke-y Stardust.

Oh. And baking a devil's food cake from scratch yesterday? Stoopid idea. Turned a momentary lapse in dietary regimen to a full-on binge.

JZ has reminded me of how annoying it was going out to dinner for my 29th birthday. The waiter was all, "No, really -- how old are you really!" DUDE. 29. What'd I say??

Heh. Near the bottom of this BBC article about a time zone dispute in Sri Lanka there is a picture of Arthur C. Clarke wearing a T-shirt that reads "I invented the satellite and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

I had never heard that stuff about being 29 before this board. No one better try and pull that crap on me when I turn 39.

Happy Birthday, Tom!

Favorite trick (in recent memory) learned from Scola: No orange fingers when you eat Cheetos with chopsticks.

HAhahaha!

I had never heard that stuff about being 29 before this board. No one better try and pull that crap on me when I turn 39.

Me, neither. Tomorrow will be a month, and nobody's pulled it on me. If I had occasion to mention it, I would sometimes be pre-emptive about it though, saying something like, "Tomorrow I'm celebrating my 39th birthday for the very first time."

I just had to talk my brother unlost in DC. AGAIN.

This time he called me when he was having dinner (he wanted to eat away from all the work stuff. But he likes to have someone to talk with when he eat. Which he never remembers, so I get phone calls.) I warned him weather was coming in. "Oh, it's clear here." Then in the process of walking back to the hotel he somehow gets himself lost. I pull out my map and start giving him directions."Oh hey, I DO have a map with me!" Dumbass. But he's still getting tangled (he ended up at the White House at one point, which was not on the agenda) and so somehow my crappy us atlas map of DC and me telling him where he is works. And then "oh man, it just got really dark. I can smell the rain."

So he walks/runs from awning to awning for another 20 minutes before reaching the hotel. Giving me running commentary the whole way.

I'm going to partway blame all the cold meds he's on, but here he is at a major cancer conference and he's mocking all the absent minded, socially bent scientists he's dealing with and I'm like DUDE! You've gotten lost THREE TIMES and had to get directions from people NOT IN THE CITY. And you had a MAP this time!

I love him, he makes me laugh (I spent most of the not-giving-directions part of the 90 minute call laughing,) but the boy needs a minder. Or a GPS implanted.

I did get to hear all about glow in the dark mice, though. And him putting on a the FBI tshirt he got for his 3 year old and taking pictures of that humiliation to make his wife laugh.

It's storming here. Seems to be letting up some. At least it didn't hail much. Those suckers were marble sized.

Your brother is a trip, sara.