{{{Gud}}}

P-C - hope they figure out your situation soon. . . and you know, let you know what it is.

Nora! Congratulations on the new job and the giving notice!!

It's just as easy for themto just keep shoving work your way and never fix the glitch, not even maliciously, just because they will naturally start to assume that someone else will have taken care of it and everything is okay. Be the squeaky wheel, get the grease you are due!

Yeah, I just don't want to be too...abrasive. I'm a pushover-y kind of person.

I'd like to promise you that the work world gets better, P-C, but that would be a lie...how 'bout a hug and making out?

Hell yeah!

On a different topic, how can I get rid of gnarly toe calluses? I've never had a pedicure; is that part of the service or do they just do your nails? I've tried foot scrubs, pumice stones, clippers, lotion. I'm thinking about trying the microplane grater.

I hear a drill works wonders.

Application-ma, sj!

Well, the one pedicure I've had included callous filing/snipping/removal. I think it's pretty usual. But, you know, small sample size of actual data.

Beej is wise.

And, I don't think I've ever said this directly to you, Beej (though Hec can confirm that I have indeed said it), but I'm so very glad you came back after that first weird little kerfuffle and your time off from b.org. You're funny and truthful and brave and your spicy brains (and pictures of Bartleby) bring so much goodness to the culture of the board.

ION, last night I dreamed that we had our next F2F in Austin, Texas, and stumbled on a funky ramshackle but delicious restaurant that was going out of business, and pooled our money to buy it out and use it as an ongoing Buffista fund-raising concern. The more nomadic Buffistas worked out a schedule of 3 or 4 of them living in Austin, in a crazy sort of treehousey thing behind the restaurant, for a couple months at a time running things, then wandering off and passing the management on to the next band of nomadic Buffistas.

Also, Prince was in there somewhere and he wanted to make out with me, but Hec was drifting around the back of the restaurant singing "Love, love, love, love, love" under his breath so I had to turn Prince down.

Oh, congratulations, Nora! I thought it very loud and several times, but I don't think I actually posted it. Hurray for giving notice and leaving on good terms and good luck with the new job!

I've had quite a few pedicures, sometimes including nail polishing, sometimes not. It's always involved hard skin being grated/carved away until entirely new feet are revealed. It rocks!

ION, last night I dreamed that we had our next F2F in Austin, Texas, and stumbled on a funky ramshackle but delicious restaurant that was going out of business, and pooled our money to buy it out and use it as an ongoing Buffista fund-raising concern. The more nomadic Buffistas worked out a schedule of 3 or 4 of them living in Austin, in a crazy sort of treehousey thing behind the restaurant, for a couple months at a time running things, then wandering off and passing the management on to the next band of nomadic Buffistas.

I WOULD SO DO THIS. Can we make it a honky-tonk? I have the hat for it!!!!

Much ~ma, SJ!

Work~ma and family~ma to those what need 'em.

Wee Carolina wrens have hatched in my fuschia. I'm exceedingly happy about this. Maybe a little too happy—I probably need a real pet. Still, it's fun to see the parents dashing in and out with beaks full of bugs. Mmmmmm, mushed moth bits!

I have the hat for it!!!!

Damn! Put you and Jesse together and your combined Sassy Cowgirl powers could bring the universe to its knees!

Tangentially, I want to live in a treehouse so bad it hurts. Hec and I went to Paxton Gate on Sunday and I saw a big book of actually-lived-in-by-grownups treehouses, and I had to put it down and walk away because the longing was killing me ded.

Very cool, Calli!

Living in a treehouse and running a Buffista restaurant for a while sounds very attractive right now.