DO we want to slay people with the gay invasion first wave, or subtly undermine their straighty-straight culture? Because, for a Gay D-Day, I'd choose one set of people, and a Gay Missionary Force would get that nice nebbishy fellow from Gray's Anatomy.

Like, are we corrputing the youth here, or are we trying to make their grandmas go "Awwww!"?

Rupert Everett

Are we talking about "excellent gay specimens", or "men of any preference who are so hot they convert men in their wake"?

Are we talking about "excellent gay specimens", or "men of any preference who are so hot they convert men in their wake"?

In the context of the Tobago story, I think it's the first. Gay people who are so awesome that they could convert an entire population.

John Barrowman! Excellent.

John Barrowman! Excellent.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Now there are fumes coming from upstairs. Mmm, fumes.

My sole fight with my mother this weekend came about when she was reminiscing about when I was 16 and "such a handful." I pointed out that a) 18 years ago, can we get over it please and b) by "such a handful" she meant sarcastic and possessed of a bad attitude, despite being a straight-A student with a job, and in fact none of her children have ever been addicted to drugs or alcohol, kicked out of school, arrested for any reason, run away, been involved in an unwanted pregnancy, had a serious car accident involving injury or inconvenience to her, or, basically, anything but intelligent people who are somewhat socially inept and tend towards unhappiness, plus my brother is lazy and unmotivated and somewhat financially irresponsible (by our family standards - I mean, he runs a credit card balance!).

Um, yeah, I guess I needed to get that out.

Heh, flea you just described my eldest sister and my brother to a T. Really. Every single item has happened to them.

Your mom should be thankful she got you instead of them.

Good timelies!

I'm listening to Terri Gross interview a lady about credit card companies. Dude. They are of the devil.

Dana, you wouldn't have gotten the Fergie earworm if you read Natter in reverse--I quoted Sondheim yesterday which left me earwormed with "Into the Woods" songs for the rest of the day.

Cool thing happened to me today before I even got through the office doors--the admin from my former department was outside for a smoke, and as I came up the stairs, she accosted me. "You've been losing weight!!" "Um, yeah?" "You look fabulous!!!!"

I actually scuffed my toe and blushed--such a cliche.

I'm listening to Terri Gross interview a lady about credit card companies. Dude. They are of the devil.

Last week, it occurred to me that I didn't even know what the APR was on my credit card. In the past, I had been known to be late with my payments, more out of laziness than anything, but that jacked my APR up, and then I stopped paying attention to what the APR was. (Seriously, I can be so freaking unaware of my finances. I am a dingbat about some things.)

It was, in fact, really high, and so I called my credit card company to see if they would lower it, because I hadn't been late with my payments in at least a year. Dude, they lowered it by 6%! (Not *to* 6%; *by* 6%. Which still rocks hard.)