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.

what I recall is that lots of people brought in their own gloves. I miss the Huntington. I got to tour the book vault, and I poked around the back stairways, where they'd stashed the extra Medieval icons. I'm sure I wasn't supposed to poke, but I did it anyway.

I only know who Glenn Beck is cause he's(music) Worst Person In The World sometimes. My brain feels so spacious.

Since I won't run a hose from the humidifier to my face during this winter, I always wake with a cough (though not delsym worthy,) so you have my utmost sympathies.

I am so not a team player. I totally just threw someone to the wolves. Hey, it may not be his fault per se, but he's someone who at least knows where the fault lies, and is way further up the food chain than I am. He can totally withstand the interrogation.

Ignoring someone you know is there is a whole different vibe. Plus, there could have been some choice @@.

True, true.

I have no idea who Glenn Beck is.

I attempted to read the Sotu last night and I didn't even make it to the bottom of the first page without getting so pissed off I had to stop. So, this morning when NPR brought up the TAXING HEALTH BENEFITS thing. ARGH.

Also: my dislike of filing may very well be my downfall. I am drowning in a sea of paper.

Glenn Beck gives right-wing nutcases a bad name. And that's all I'll say about him.

I can't slag on Paris Hilton too badly because she gave my friend, who was working as an aesthetician at a Hilton hotel in SF, a $50 tip for a brazilian. And really hit it off with my friend and asked for her phone number so they could hang out later but my friend decided, although she'd been amused with Paris, she'd had enough of her and gave her a fake number. Still, a $50 tip is pretty nice. Although, honestly, it doesn't really stop me from rolling my eyes at/paying little attention to her.

Why am I craving buttermilk mashed potatoes right now?!

What Is Your Favorite Christian-Road-Rage-Inducing Bumper Sticker?

So far only nine votes. My fave is "Blasphemy Is A Victimless Crime."

Some are condescending and/or insulting to theists. But I figure any of these bumper stickers might increase the risk of vandalism to the owner's car.

Yeah, I wish I didn't know who Glenn Beck is. The name "douchebag" comes to mind.

I think I like "Jesus Loves Me - But I Still Make Him Wear A Condom"

Also also, WRT finding out the sex of the babies via ultrasound: I find it really interesting that there are plenty of people who are adamant about not knowing, about it being a surprise.

I'm missing whatever gene it is that likes that kind of surprise. If I really have no clue about something before it happens, surprises can be nice (spontaneous gifts = awesome!) But if I know that I'll have information about something in the future, I don't get any pleasure out of denying myself having that information now.

Plus, I'm sick of referring to the baby as "it." If it's big enough to have visible genitals on an ultrasound, it's big enough to deserve a personal pronoun.

(People keep making comment like "Oh, after the ultrasound you'll know what color to paint the room! How exciting!" And uh...no. So not the point.)