OK, today's Dinosaur Comics just cracked me up - I think a lot of Buffistas will appreciate it: [link]

I'd say more but I don't want to spoil folks....

From The Onion: Area Pagan Dreading Big Family Vernal Equinox Celebration

MEDFORD, OR—Despite evidence that the planets are aligned in his favor, local pagan Jeff Birch, 27, said Monday that he would "rather have a peaceful weekend at home" than attend his family's Vernal Equinox celebration on March 21.

"I realize it's supposed to be a festive time of conception and new growth in the womb of Mother Earth and all," Birch said. "But I just know that within an hour of arriving, things will get so bad that I'll be reverting to my 12-year-old self, hiding in the rec room downstairs, wearing my Iroquois false face mask and fingering my runes for comfort. It's not worth it."

"Anyway, wasn't I just back home for Mabon?" Birch added.

Most pagans look forward to marking the Vernal Equinox, when the hours of sunlight equal the hours of darkness. Yet for some, like Birch, this sacred springtime celebration of balance and harmony means contending with family infighting and undue stress.

I just hope you aren't also listening to Fall Out Boy and having chickenhawk thoughts about Patrick Stump

No, I'm listening to Eminem shoot people. It's kinda cathartic.

I'd say more but I don't want to spoil folks....

Hee!

No, I'm listening to Eminem shoot people. It's kinda cathartic.

Maybe I'll do that next. Because Patrick Stump is adorable like a bunny, and I worry that ita will kick my ass if I infringe upon her young'un territory.

Did I kill Natter with my perving on weemo boys? Because, you know, I haven't even started on how Frank Iero needs to call me.

I just had a good bitching lunch with a coworker. Man, there are a lot of Issues. I'm afraid I'm back to my old thing of not wanting to work anymore.

I think I've been slacking too much recently at work. Which really sucks of me when we bill by the hour.

OTOH, I often work very fast and productively, which saves our clients money, so it all evens out in the end. I hope.

I hope I never get caught in a The Day After Tomorrow scenario at this job, because before I get eaten by wolves, I'll be forced to seek sustenance from the vending machines. And nobody's last meal should be a fish and cheese sandwich washed down with a lukewarm Schweppes.

This morning came way too freakin' early. It was still pitch black by the time I'd gotten out of the shower, dressed, and done my make-up. I've already taught a 90-minute class and have gone to a meeting, but I swear I could fall asleep right this second if I put my head down on the desk.

In terms of weather, it was 93 in Pasadena yesterday and it supposed to hit 88 in Brentwood (which is usually considerably cooler) today. I'm loving the warmth, but umm...isn't it a tad early for the 90's? Because 70's and 80's are just dandy.

isn't it a tad early for the 90's? Because 70's and 80's are just dandy.

Well, it can't be global warming, because that's a myth, just look at how cold it was this winter. Right?