If oddly skeevy folks are there just for the porn I would request special white gloves.

I didn't want to find out about the sex of my babies in advance. The first time I let my gf watch so she could tell my sister. Judi was sewing a bunch of stuff and wanted the info. That secret was blown when my clueless nephew mentioned the cool blue quilt that his aunt made for my baby. His girlfriend rolled her eyes but we didn't tell him he messed up. With Bobby the US was too early to tell so no one knew. Ha! Don't know why, I just wanted to hear the announcement at delivery. It's a boy! Both times, but my instinct knew that both times too.

Of course I do want to know in advance with the Buffista sprog!

edit cause skeeby not so skeevy

I would bet on gloves Kat.

If oddly skeevy folks are there just for the porn I would request special white gloves.

Ha! (and edited per your edit)

I need a vacation. Which seems really wrong, given the number of days off I've had in the past month (between Christmas, New Year's, furniture delivery, and MLK Day), and yet? I would still like a vacation for real.

GG: I like the Lane/Zack story but I agree that even though she's carrying twins -- that was just ultrafake looking.

I would bet on gloves Kat.

Yep, given that the books i'm working with are all 18th century. I'm not sure how the Rare Books work at LAPL though. I was told I need to go to the regular department and let them know I'm there for a Rare Book appointment.

At UCLA, it's on a different floor. Everyone, even the skeevy porn guys, get white gloves.

At the Huntington, though, I can't remember if you do or don't. We didn't. We got a pointer type thing and velvet book holders.

The Amazon reviews and customer images are HILARIOUS.

::snerk::

Reports from the conservative front.... Glenn Beck was mocking the STFU SOTU this morning. Between that and badmouthing Bush on yesterday's show over the healthcare issue, I almost don't want to put him up against an alley wall a la "comes-the-revolution" style.

Note: almost.

I seriously need to kill people.

The thing, the ONE thing I had serious reservations about, and warned people about, and was patted on the head and told not to worry, it wouldn't happen? Happened.

It's kind of a fucking big deal. Like director in my office big deal. (Not me in trouble, not my error. But me in the middle of it.)

I should have stayed in bed.

I should have stayed in bed.

Would it make you feel better to stand near those people and gloat?

Numfar! Do the dance of I Told You This Would Happen.

Needless to say, a silly fear. Love is not finite.

Love is like packing foam, or like yammering: it expands to fill the space made available for it. Now if only we could convince the whole world of the rightness of this thesis.

Hello, all. I am craving canned Coke like whoa. And I even had breakfast, including caffeine! It is just the canned cold soda sensation. It is not even warm enough for me to be contemplating cold drinks.