Chiming in with saying just how wonderful Cashmere looked in the wedding pictures. Although, I really don't understand why your sister wants to wear colored contacts, you have the prettiest eyes! Those overly blue ones don't look natural to me. But, then, neither does the tan, I'm glad you resisted.

d, much ~ma to you, your dad and the rest of the family.

sj, premie~ma to your friend. That helpless feeling really sucks, I hope she finds herself a little calmer after she's been home a while. Her baby is in very good hands.

IOmeN, I've done more cleaning around the condo in the last week than in the last month. I think the increased dose of my meds has really helped with my motivation.

My friend Chip worked with the guy who administered Fred Rogers foundation. And Chip went to school with his son. Fred Rogers in person was exactly the guy he portrayed on the show.

(Though Chip always noted that Jamie Rogers was quite the pot-head and maybe you'd have to be if your dad was Fred Rogers.)

(Though Chip always noted that Jamie Rogers was quite the pot-head and maybe you'd have to be if your dad was Fred Rogers.)

I always thought the make-believe village was trippy enough as it was.

t Fred Rogers facts

He had a degree in music composition, and wrote most or all of the music on the show.

t /Fred Rogers facts

Aims and MM, I'm sorry Mom/MiL is being a pain. Also, I think MM should either be a VA or a "manny".

I understand why Geisha smile with their mouths closed--their lipstick makes their teeth look more yellow.

t Cliff Claven

Geisha also used to paint their teeth black, especially when they were in full white makeup (so normally only maiko or for formal occasions).

t /Cliff Claven

Cash! You look wonderful in those pics, and I'm so glad you didn't tan.

I learned how very good an actor Ron Perlman is watching that show.

Bev, I totally agree with you, and I would have loved to see you in Ghost Sonata.

Gronklies. I have an awesome new chair and ottoman that I assembled last night. I love it, it almost fits in my studio (I mean, it fits, but it's a little big), and it's light enough that I can move it to where I want it. I'll probably reupholster it in a few months, but it's damn nice having a place to slounge that is not my bed.

Nice chair, juliana, but WHERE did you put it?

There are Fred Rogers haters? What did I miss?

I posted the Mr. Rogers article that was really about the sense of entitlement that today's youth have. I don't think Mr. Rogers is to blame, nor do I really think that was the article's intent. It was just a hook to get people to read it. I have no hate in my heart for Mr. Rogers, but I never watched him as a kid. I found the show too boring.

There are Fred Rogers haters? What did I miss?

Some idiotic bloviator, possibly for the Washington Post but I'm too lazy and too irritated by the bloviating to double-check, wrote a column a couple of days ago wittering on about how today's generation of hyper-entitled kids (so excessively different from any other generation of human children throughout, say, ALL OF RECORDED HISTORY) is mostly the fault of Mr. Rogers and his enabling, disabling way of liking you just the way you are because you are special. How are these brats to learn the hard truth that they are in fact not likable and not special if they're constantly laboring under Fred Rogers' malign influence?

Oh, I found the show horribly smarmy and boring once I had to watch it my kids. Apparently, I loved it as a kid, though -- my mom says I watched it all the time.

I get that kids have a sense of entitlement these days, which is obnoxious. I don't get how Mr. Rogers could be to blame. I guess I should read the article, huh? ::guilty smile::

The Gloomcookie!Clan and Cash pictures are wonderful.

Sorry for everyone's aches and pains today. ::spreads helath~ma liberally::

Nice chair, juliana, but WHERE did you put it?

In the bay window. I deflated the workout ball, since I go to the gym now. It's tight, but it works. Kinda. M was teasing me about it (the space and spending the money on that instead of a motorcycle), and I told him that I'm trying to make my living space my own instead of waiting to move (in with him or somewhere else), so he can back off, unless he wants me in his Jacuzzi all the time.

Did I mention I'm PMSing? At least I was funny about it.