Craig Ferguson is doing a 9/11 show. The monologue was pretty good.

Love Keith Olbermann. I always wonder if Sports Night future-fic ever lets Casey become what Olbermann is.

Shrift did it! Does she have a job? I think so.

Not job yet, unfortunately. And I'd really like someone to hire me for a decent wage so I can stop writing cover letters.

Aimée, that is plenty cute!

Poking head to post that, according to the Buffista Calendar, today is Polter-Cow's birthday. Happy birthday, P-C! With lots of wishes for a great day and a wonderful year!

It's also Herah's birthday. I haven't seen posts from her in forever, but I hope the well-wishes find their way to her, somehow.

Good morning! After loads of rain yesterday, we've gotten a pretty autumn day for our troubles. It's a bit cloudy, but there's a brilliant blue sky behind all of that. Here's hoping it stays.

I keep losing things here, more than I ever have before in my life. Right now, I can't find one of my favorite pairs of earrings, and though I know it must be somewhere in the apartment. I can't find my phone charger, which is the third phone charger I've had, though this one was with an Irish-style socket. If I have to buy another one, it will be the fourth one, meaning I've put enough money into the stupid phone to negate the fact that it was free back in March. I can't find my ISIC card, which I think means I've left it in the states, and therefore have no idea where it is in the mess of my packed away things. I've left my phone at home today, which sucks because I can't take a break to text message people. I'm beginning to think I've developed Alzheimer's for disgruntled twentysomethings.

Good morning SA! We always seem to be posting at the same time. I'm not used to Buffistas being on the same schedule as me. Very odd.

I suspect it's a morning thing... at this current company it's really convenient because I'm the only person in this area, so I can look busy and be online at the same time. We'll see how long that lasts. :)

a bit of toast and jam--

There's an online journally-type thing that covers television, and for the life of me I can't remembe the name. It covers television that's airing and that comes out on TV, and it's not really professional, more a group of people who like television a lot enough to write about it. I think it starts with an S, like srxw.org or some incomprehensible acronym that's escaping my mind. Does this ping anyone?

Happy Birthday, Polter-Cow!!!

Happy Birthday, Herah!!!

Timelies to Nilly, Jars, and SA.

SA, it seems to me that whenever I've moved, I've gone through a period like that, because nothing is where it's supposed to be. You've moved a lot in the past year or so, so it makes sense that it's hitting your where-to-put-and-find-things center in your brain. I hope you find everything, particularly the expensive stuff.

Also-- why is Audrey Hepburn dancing to "Back in Black" on my teevee. If I didn't know better, I would think that they had filmed her ROLLING OVER IN HER GRAVE...

Sophia and connie, what was this on?

Also, when I heard the news on the radio, they just said "a plane", but I assumed it was a small plane because of that small plane that hit the Empire State Building a few years before that....I figured it had happened before, and anything else didn't even occur to me. Until I turned on the TV.

I learned the news from Narrator. Online. The school had scheduled a Kindergarten Tea Party, for all the kindergarten students, parents, and younger siblings at 11:00am. I'd just finished giving the then-babies (Julia wouldn't be three for a couple of months, and Chris was one and a half) breakfast and their baths, and getting their clothes ready, so we could get there in a not-crazy-rushed sort of way. I sat down with a cup of coffee, and loaded up the message board where a bunch of ex-pat Bronzers were licking our wounds in exile, expecting to find the same silliness I'd seen (among our Brits) early-early in the morning.

I think I just need to stay away from appliances. The microwave set off the breaker (fixed that.) Then my freezer spontaneously exploded and attacked me with frozen naan. Then I made the mistake of turning on the tv at the worst possible time and I threw the remote at it after 5 sentences yelling "Banality fuckers banality!" and the batteries popped out. So I had to endure long enough to manually change the channel (to fuzz) and reprogram the remote.

Maybe I should cut the lights and use candles. Maybe my laptop will explode next!

sarameg, did they get you in the night?

Emeline in her Krav t-shirt and ready to take anyone on...