That sounds ominous, but is not. Thanks, Betsy!

GC, all sorts of ~ma flowing to your GF's father.

ION, my boss is driving me crazy. She's made me tell faculty from other departments "no!" when they asked a certain question for 2+ years. An unpleasant task each and every time. Now someone has asked the question who she knows, and she wants to tell them "yes!" because she can't stand to tell them "no!"

My problem with this is the way she Plays Favorites and then tries to pretend she doesn't. Fairness, not her strong point.

Why why why do I read the comment boards of the local conservative papers? They only make me angry. Still, I have better thoughts of my neighbors for reading what they're saying about Foley et al. My neighbors are still social Neanderthals when it comes to gay rights, but they have basic civilization pretty much down.

Connie, Tom Metzger is living in his deceased mother's house in my home town. My home town newspaper regularly gives this human crotch stain lots of free ink in their editoral page. I had to stop reading it or I'd go insane.

Feh.

On a lighter note...

One gal on my flist posts odd bits from the British papers from time to time. This one had me choking once I finally figured it out:

"House of Commons computers are programmed not to accept emails that include rude words. Elliot Morley is finding his emails not getting through because his constituency is Scunthorpe."

--The Sunday Times

Heeee.

Oh! I get it. Kiss Rocks?

Bwah!

I just went out and walked Toto. As I walked past the door to the first floor apartment it hit me that that apartment doesn't have a living room. And the kitchen is REALLY small and weird (sink is in a little pantry). I had to borrow their phone last night, because we got locked out, and, well, it's not a very interesting story. But, how weird to have no real common room.

My piece of apple pie is missing. I think Toto has grown opposable thumbs, figured out how to get into the fridge, and found the love that is apple pie.

Evil dog.

A friend of mine told me the local Humane Society was advertising a Yorkie on the radio today as their adoption special. I'm very tempted to go take a look. I wanna see if he has opposable thumbs, too.