Admit it, Sparky. It's the modern version of ssssssshhhh.

Hey All. Had to spend the first half of the day in a Training Meeting (woohoo), so only just getting caught up in here.

mini-meara:

IOOON, Epic stopped by! I'd just been thinking about you and remembering how much I enjoyed meeting you at the SF2F and wondering where you were and if you'd ever post again. Good to see your font!

You like me, you really like me! Thanks! It's so good to be back! (And I'm not too embarassed to admit the affirmation is nice, too. Sometimes it's nice to have the affirmation that the kids you think are cool [i.e. you guys] think you're cool too!)

I hate fluffing essays.

I can't believe NObody made a comment about Suzi being a fluffer! It's like I don't even know you any more!

She LOVES sitting on Santa's lap, and would gladly sit there for hours and just talk, "So, how's Mrs. Claus? Is Rudolph well? Do you have your sleigh parked nearby?" We have to remind her that there are an awful lot of kids waiting behind her. It's very cute because she always wants to make sure he's happy and she's shy about telling him what she wants.

I adore Kara more and more every day!

Now, from memory...

Awesome hair, Steph. Adorable Mal, Raq (with a side of eyeroll for DH, and a big ditto to what everybody said about your loveliness). lisah, DED from the cute x2!! Cool news, vw... and that's all I can remember.

ION: Am in the coughing & congesty day of a head cold. Part of the reason I think I got a cold is my nutritional values have been nonexistent lately, due to having stomach flu twice in one month. Man, I miss health. Not sure I really remember it, but I'm sure I miss it.

But Mwah! to all of you (since the interwebs filter all my icky viruses for you).

Admit it, Sparky. It's the modern version of ssssssshhhh.

Policing these things is what I hate most about my job, and our Director has not made it any easier by having different rules for different reading rooms. When she took down our "no cell phone" signs in the library because they were too unfriendly, but posted one outsid her office that said, "ATTENTION: NO CELL PHONE CONVERSATIONS IN THIS HALLWAY. THIS IS NOT A REQUEST" I pretty much gave up on enforcement.

Feel better, Epic!

I find that never ever being able to get a cell signal in the library is a very effective deterrent, and far less confusing than different rules for different rooms. Should you want to drop any hints before you get the frak out of Dodge.

Can excedrin make you light-headed? I'm feeling odd...

I suppose it could be the not-eating-yet.

Those outfits are cute, Aimee.

I'm sorry for your pain, Cash. And the general stressiness of your life.

What do you do when you're trying to get in on the very ground floor of a new fandom, but can't find the smart people in it, and don't have the time to start something of your own? Especially something as small as a new musical.

Everything should be as perfect as buffistas: I should be able to type "www.springawakeningistas.com" and have no problem finding a community JUST like this one - smart, good writers, good at ignoring flamers - that can squee with me. In fact, I should be able to do that with anything:

www.veronicamarsistas.com
www.sillyyoungadultbooksistas.com
www.attractivesmartgirlsinnewyorkandtheguysthatlovethemistas.com
www.teacheristas.com
www.webcomicsistas.com

And... that would about cover me.

The guys that love the mistas, Gris? Is there something you want to share with the class?

Haha. "the mistas." 'Fraid I'm not quite that ghetto. Yet. My students are rubbing off on me, but they haven't taken me that far.

Oy, poor EM just called me in hysterics.

She got back from her trip for her father's funeral and found a weird note in her mailbox. It was stamped out (rubber stamps?) and looked like "U R So Hott! I am a nice guy. Meet me at UR cafe. I'll wear Red."

And, of course, this is the last thing she wants to see after having been stalked by her crazy ex. But this is nothing like her crazy ex's MO. But she called the police. And she showed it to the people at Emmett's aftercare. And she couldn't get any sleep last night obsessing about it.

And the aftercare people called her at work to say some guy was hanging around the cafe at the center there and they didn't recognize him and he was wearing a red shirt. So she calls me up, flipping out and crying, and going on about "...and I dressed Emmett in red today - I didn't even think about it..."

I told her to calm down. It was probably unrelated. That she was understandably paranoid and freaked, but really she's just overwhelmed with all the shit that's been going on.

And she called me back two minutes later and somebody talked to the guy and he was just meeting some family member there. False alarm.

But she's just a wreck. I told her to talk to her doctor and get some Xanax so she can be functional at work during her big year-end push there. Because she's missed a lot of work in this quarter, and I don't care how supportive her boss is, after a certain point an employee is flakey and causing problems because she's not there. (And yes, this is a pattern that's happened in her other jobs before too.)

Poor thing. I get that this is the last straw but she's going to have to pull her shit together anyway.

Ack. That's not fun.

Ah yes, thanks for the reminding Gris...

Aims, I CAN'T WAIT for photos of Em and her baby in those outfits!

{{Cash}} much ~ma to you. Take it as easy as you can on yourself.

Yikes! Poor EM.

Oh, ita, I kept waiting for you to chime in on Raq's stocking-stuffers for people with pinky-assassination skills.