Too funny video. Internet is for Porn [link] Visiting the google video page was a very bad idea. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to NY for a month. Eeep. Excellent way to avoid my list though.

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I picture you delivering this message with sabre-point at his Adam's Apple. This picture makes me happy

I think Epic has the right idea. Yeah!

Paul put up some of the pictures of Lillian on the 4th...

Adorable, evil, and I can't BELIEVE how big/old she is, AND that I haven't yet seen her in person. DANG.

The insurance company in Monterey decided I wasn't committed enough to underwriting to be a good fit.

Y'know, sometimes workplaces drive me nuts. It's like "If I won the lottery, would I be doing this? NO. But am I going to come to work every day and do the job right? YES. So quit asking me to tell you INSURANCE IS MY LIFE or whatever!"

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Too funny video. Internet is for Porn [link] Visiting the google video page was a very bad idea. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to NY for a month. Eeep. Excellent way to avoid my list though.

Hee! Also, NY for a month is cool. Go NY!

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I love Cindy. Love love love.

It's entirely mutual, Teppy.

Anyway. I didn't go to the hospital, at my mom's urging. She said that Grandpa was very agitated, which is getting expressed physically -- he flails and pulls out his iv tubes and tries to get out of bed, etc. She said that it's probably better if I wait until he's more settled.

Your poor Grandpa. I'm glad your mom let you know. Have you heard any more, or visited, today?

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May there be good grampa news today.

In my capacity as an ex-janitor at an all girl's Catholic school, I mopped thusly.

That job description boggles me. I need more coffee.

Also, a nanny for the weekends on occasion. But, you know, that's my selfish desire to, umm, write things talking.

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Your poor Grandpa. I'm glad your mom let you know. Have you heard any more, or visited, today?

I haven't heard any more, because Mom and Stepdad are camping (they don't seem overly concerned about Grandpa), and Passive-Aggressive!Aunt won't call me. So, whatev. I have a party to get ready for. I hope he's doing well. I assume that *someone* would call me if he took a turn for the worse.

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I was reading my alumni magazine and I got to the section where people send in their life news (jobs, births, promotions, etc.) and came across the the BEST ONE EVER. A girl that graduated with me is now a human canonball/stuntwoman for Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey's Circus. And it says exactly that--"HUMAN CANONBALL".

Steph, have fun at the party and keep in mind that no news is probably good news.

I have cherries and they are of the yum.

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So, Jars has excellent hair, and The Boy Next Door is splendid. Also, I am a total girly wuss in the beer-drinking stakes these days.

Upon arriving in Sheffield, I dove into the Whistlestop shop to buy some water, and so did Jars, but at the same time as we were sort of going 'Hi!' I was being sort of chatted up by a random bloke, and then there was a fleeting moment of puzzledness as to whether he was with Jars, because of the being-awful-chatty, followed by a 'but he doesn't sound at all American, so surely not', and then it was established that, no, he was just being all chatty-uppy. Which is flattering, but I wish it hadn't involved him fleetingly stealing my book and being all 'no, I have to keep it because I want to talk to you', and me being all 'but, but we have to go! And I need my book!'

Actually, thinking about it, this has happened quite a few times with random black guys in Sheffield. I'm always at a loss when random people hit on me and ask for my phone number in public places. Does this ever work? Why would I want to give them my phone number on the basis of three seconds' acquaintance? Still, I suppose it's as good a chat-up technique as any - most people aren't me. Carpe diem, and all that.

It was, nevertheless, a surreal way to meet someone - having the whole awkward chatting up thing and book recovery process.

Very nice day. Although we sort of forgot to get around to the movie, in the end - but, oh, there was VERY nice Chinese food.

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but I wish it hadn't involved him fleetingly stealing my book and being all 'no, I have to keep it because I want to talk to you',

A random meet/chat-up might work, but I wouldn't want it to work with someone who stole your book, no matter how fleetingly, because that feels like a power play.

A girl that graduated with me is now a human canonball/stuntwoman for Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey's Circus. And it says exactly that--"HUMAN CANONBALL".

I'm nearly certain nobody who graduated with me is doing anything remotely close to this cool.

I haven't heard any more, because Mom and Stepdad are camping (they don't seem overly concerned about Grandpa), and Passive-Aggressive!Aunt won't call me. So, whatev. I have a party to get ready for. I hope he's doing well. I assume that *someone* would call me if he took a turn for the worse.

I hope he is doing well, and that your family smartens up a bit in the keeping-Teppy-in-the-loop sweeps, and that you have a good time on your party.

edit: that should read "at" your party. Whether or not you have a good time "on" your party is between you and your...well, your party.

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That sounds like lots of fun, Fay. Well, the meeting up with Jars part, not the chatting-up guy part. (Incidentally, I think I like the phrase "chatting up" much better than "hitting on." I'd try to start using it, except I think I'd just confuse people around here.)

I saw PotC today, and wrote student evaluations. Lots of student evaluations. As of right now, I've got seven done, and six more to do. I should probably try to do one or two more before going to bed, but I just really don't feel like it.

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