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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Chatting up seems more descriptive than hitting on. Which seems kind of violent. (Granted, occasionally perhaps "hitting on" is more of an appropriate image, but...ideally, "chatting up" should be how it goes, I think...)

I'm BORED. I don't want to go out tonight, because I have to leave the house by 6AM tomorrow. But there's not a ton on my TiVo, I read the whole internet...bleha.

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Back from PoTC with Lee (and Jacqueline, of course).

Afterwards we had free martinis and crabcakes. We're not sure why the waiter didn't charge us for the martinis but Lee tipped him extravagantly so that might be a reason.

We've got guests coming over in an hour. I think we'll just be ordering in some Chinese food. Andy's is very tasty - they make the best kung pao - and they've got those little shrimp dumplings. Smek smek.

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