Also in that square, what's the one on the right edge, off of barn?

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It's all silly, Hil. Until you start getting things you'd never heard of.

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To the right of barn is a big purple dinosaur . (See, I can do hints instead of direct answers. No, really!)

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And now I'm trying to figure out the one that's connected to both farmer and cowboy and can't stop humming The Farmer and the Cowman Should Be Friends.

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Jesse, have you got the box that cowboy and farmer lead into?

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That game got me this morning. My cats are all unstacked and everything.

We have photographic evidence for the individuality of most of us, but Cindy and Frank are tricksy that way.

I know I've been photographed on night one of the Boston stop at Nilly fest. I think Frank was photographed on night two. I'm pretty sure he was there. I'll have to check our diary. Have Plei and victor ever been photographed together?

You know who is imaginary? Princess TickyBox. I mean, c'mon. The anime eyes are the tell. They should only be violet.

I'm pretty sure most of the buffistas are brilliant multi-taskers, who are off solving complex math problems, raising babies, teaching kids or babysitting scientists while a the same time, posting a caustic, running commentary on pop culture purely for my own enjoyment.

They can, at any time of the day or night, help me resolve a spreadsheet problem, reprogram a Tivo, brine a turkey and make an apple martini. And look fabulous while they do it.

Suck up.

I personally think that all the Somervillians are ferret-sock puppets.

That's the closest to stating our truth anyone has ever gotten. And lived.

Also, I don't know about questioning the rest of us when everyone knows Emeline mind-controls the LAistas anyway.

I imagined up Narrator, before I imagined up all of you, so all of you who are in the general Chicago area are all figments of Narrator's imagination, and she didn't exist, long before I started imagining her.

I bought a birthday present for Jesse once, but she didn't show up, so clearly, all the Gothamistas are imaginary.

Buffistas I've imagined into tangible existence: Matt, "victor," "thessaly," Jen, Nora, Tom, DX, vw, vw's little brother, Emily, Ellen (I miss Ellen at b.org), theodosia, Nutty, Jon B, FAQ Wife, deb, Nilly, Allyson, Polgara (and her sister), and Monique (and her dh).

I've gotten U.S. mail from Cashmere, AmyLiz, meara, theodosia, Hec & JZ, and Sean, and talked on the phone with Cashmere.

I think that's it, but now I'm afraid to post, in case I've forgotten someone.

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Nope, Sail. And me too, Hil. Thanks, Nicole! That's a head-slapper right there.

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I am so glad that I'm not the least interested in the game because I have too much procrastination to do already.

In fact, I'm beginning to write about the peasant revolt of 1381. I live a life glamour.

I've been In-N-Outted (fries well done, naturally) and our Turkey is thawed and ready to be brined. And I have fixin's for salad for lunch tomorrow which is good because I have to go to work for the first time in 2 weeks.

All good things, yes?

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I bought a birthday present for Jesse once, but she didn't show up, so clearly, all the Gothamistas are imaginary.

You did??! I had no idea! So nice!

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TAR: for all of 'Bama's bitching, I don't see them finding their own way so far. Hope that changes. (I'm behind a bit.)

I have some Ukrainian rap. It's...odd.

So I just finished making that NY Times no-knead bread. Nice dense texture and a lovely crust. But...not so much with the flavor. And I have other bread recipes with the same ingredients that don't have that problem. I need to play with this one some. But it's a great technique.

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