Elena B gave us all the minicards from Moo for Xmas.

I was in a rush this morning (as always) so I just grabbed the first sweater I could find when going out the door. It's a somewhat faded black cotton cardigan and I just discovered a huge honking hole under one of the arms. I guess I should retire it.

I'm limiting my response to Vampire People-guy to one more response, which is in its entirety "Improper citation != plagiarism". I suppose I could go on about the difference between literary error or misdemeanor and literary crime and how the the offsetting of the quotation on the page makes it clear to the casual reader (and just about all the readers of the book are casual -- it's not a Work of Literature Research) that it's a quote from the Internet.

He doesn't know what he means by plagiarism-- adopting a definition without attribution is not it; are you supposed to make up your own?-- and he's internally inconsistent (it's not ok to quote from wikipedia, it is ok to use Urban Dictionary).

I finished that NYT article. The only thing I could really think was I can't believe that these couples and this therapist allowed a journalist in the sessions.

That is mindblowing to me. I could never be comfortable with that.

A collection of lurid comic books: [link]

NSFW. Although most are lurid without naughty bits.

I think the one where the tiny, leering green alien is controlling the love-robot that's making out with the hot chick.

I love the Moo stuff.

Guess what I'm going to get to do when we're in Hawaii.

I'm leaving the assbiting crazy person alone.

A wonderful co-worker of DH's has volunteered to babysit for me for an hour while I run and check out a speech therapy program for Owen, since she is on vacation this week and has no plans this afternoon. She probably will refuse payment but I wonder if offering to treat her to a movie an acceptable substitute for payment?

I have to admit that the accusation and nit picks irritates the fuck out of me.

I would ask that no one dogpiles or we'll end up on fandom_wank, which may amuse Snacky, but I'm unsure I can take a long, drawn-out discussion at f_w about how much I suck. Because, you know, I like f_w.

I think the movie is a great idea, Cashmere. If you're looking for other ideas, one thing I do for people I know will probably refuse payment is send them amazon.com gift certificates.

The only thing I could really think was I can't believe that these couples and this therapist allowed a journalist in the sessions.

I KNOW! It sounded like she was with them for a while, though, so they got pretty comfortable with her but still. Mindblowing!

I'm staying out of it and venting here to let off steam and prevent myself from punching anyone in the head with my words, words, words. And I'm praying that the whole thing stays far, far, far below f_w's radar.