Mother actually asked me if "someone" could "advance her a few dollars"

Vortex, you should have offered to make her a loan just as soon as Mom signed the promissory note you'd send with the details on how interest would be charged. Heh, heh, heh...

SERIOUSLY WTF??!! How did you respond?

I just said "okay, so where did she go again?"

You could have said, "Tell her to sell some plasma."

Caller 1 sounds like a contestant on "How Stupid Can You Get?"

Caller 2 probably could use a dose of what my school did. We were asked to submit photos for an old-fashioned face book. Anyone who didn't submit a photo, you got a photo of a famous movie monster. Which is why I expected my freshman roommate to look like Frankenstein's monster.

t hands clue-by-four and new job~ma to Vortex

And yes, repeating the "fuck cancer" sentiment.

Meanwhile, the admin seems to have changed the Tuesday/Thursday schedule just a teensy bit (changed class beginning/ending times by 5-10 minutes), put the new schedule in the student handbook, and yet not bothered to tell any of the faculty. So today half the staff has been following the old schedule and the other half has been following the new. ARGH. I was one of the ones following the old schedule. Sigh.

"NO! Don't SING! I am SINGING the wheels on the bus. You can sing itsy bitsy spider later."

R and I get sshhed if we sing along with the TV or radio, or dance. But Mal will occasionally order renditions of "Pissy Pissy 'Pider." Or direct us in a round of "Row Row Row Your Boat" : "Mommy - BOAT! Daddy - BOAT! Mommy - BOAT!" etc.

What station was that? I love it!

94.7 Also, the radio market here stinks up the joint. IMHO.

As far as I know there is still a little yellow crayon horsie on the wall of my old room. No matter how many coats of paint, he always shines through.

When we moved out of the first house I lived in, I was 7 or so. As the movers took the paintings down, they discovered crayon drawings behind all the paintings a 7yo could reach. My parents were actually proud - they figured since they painted stuff that went on the walls, it was only fair - but a little amused that I'd "hidden" it.

"I got your email on my phone. You said to email, but I cant' send email from the phone..."

goes all technoshocky

No, wait. To paraphrase Toddson, the tech won't make you any more clueless than you already are.

My company is updating the phones here so that we'll be able to pick up our voice messages via e-mail. I don't know how that'll work yet, but we'll be getting trained on all the intricacies of the new system this fall.

I can crack my neck now

I've got the wiggins just thinking about it. My fear of chiropractors is second only to dentists.

Tangentially, when I was at the PAX convention recently, I attended one of the bigger talks where it has apparently become tradition for all the attendees to crack their knuckles on the count of three. The sound verges on indescribable, but it was like hearing an army of gerbil skeletons falling down a small flight of stairs.

It was wiggins-able.

I attended one of the bigger talks where it has apparently become tradition for all the attendees to crack their knuckles on the count of three.

Oh, god, some moron asked the room to do that at the Mythbusters DragonCon panel. Ew.

What were the Mythbusters like? I loves them.