In? do you know how often I say things like " my Buffy friends" or "on my boards .." .

Yeah, I do that too, but not in all audiences.

You can just say "me and the guys."

I just sold a ticket to Spider-Man 3 to a chick who rode up on a purple Harley. I think I'm in love.

Timelies, All.

Ded first thing in the morning from the cutest pouty face.

No fair, I can’t see it from work. ::pouts:: My own pouty face is probably nowhere near as cute

I has a bus.

Bummer. Car-ma, Laga.

Can I call in cranky to work? I really want to, and I think my co-workers would be grateful if I did.

I think it should fall into personal/emergency time. Some days, it could potentially save lives.

You've had major life changes, Aimee, you'll get used to your new work schedule soon.

Yes, this. After I went back to work after layoff/surgery, the only thing that saved me was President’s Day was the second Monday I was here. I was temping at the time and didn’t get paid for the holiday, but didn’t mind ‘cause I needed the day. You’ll get back into the swing of things, and now with bonus kindred spirit, you’ll swing that much faster, no doubt.

Not so much for not being able to deal with his habits, but the age old "I miss having _fill in the blank_" woes. And by that, I mean both porn and other stuff...like companionship and being able to talk about geeky stuff with someone to whom I don't need to make excuses.

I feel ya, Beej. (By which I didn’t originally mean porn, but what the hey, we’re both single). ::gropes Beej::

The first weird thing I have noticed about the new place is that all the bedroom closet doors are mirrors, which is kind of unsettling.

I got used to ignoring mine. And it is convenient to have the full-length mirror in every room to check your look. Curtains sound like they have very pretty potential, too.

So I was covering the receptionist’s lunch and didn’t feel like doing the work I had brought up with me, so I was vanity googling (only, is it a “vanity” google if you’re never the one that comes up?) Re-confirmed the woman with my name working at Harper Collins in NYC, basically living the life I want (well, maybe I’d rather be in adult than children’s literature, but still) and found the usual jillion listings where [my first name, the one-name nom de plume of a 60’s/70’s female folksy singer] and [my last name, the one-name nom de plume of a 60’s/70’s male folksy singer] are listed one right after the other (apparently, if you like [my first name] or [my last name], you’ll like Joni Mitchell, etc.) But there was also a link to a Buffy fic. Apparently I’m a one-quarter Bracchen demon serving time for Murder One (self-defense, but un-provable) two cells down from Faith. Worlds collide!

What do you call a nom de plume when it’s in a non-writing context? Nom de microphone?

On the jammed finger front, mine 'healed' crooked. Doc told me to see a specialist for straightening, but I just had a sadistic friend do it instead. Ice, anti-inflammatories and splinting between bouts of intense pain were required to maximise the progress-not sure you want to put a loved one through that, but one can play at home.

What do you call a nom de plume when it’s in a non-writing context? Nom de microphone?

Pseudonym? Stage name? Possibly, in the case of your ficcy alter-ego, nom d'enfer?

I keep hoping to see baby pix from Jessica. Hope all is going swimmingly!

I am eating dark chocolate and lo, it is delicious.

For father's day, I ordered my dad deep milk chocolate with smoked salt . . . and bacon.

For father's day, I ordered my dad deep milk chocolate with smoked salt . . . and bacon.

I ordered my dad everything off of his Amazon wish list. It was four things. People. Do you not know the purpose of a wish list???

deep milk chocolate with smoked salt . . . and bacon.

My dad would love that but my mother would kill me & Dad's cardiologist would loan her the bat to beat me with.