Oh, Bartlett's Disease, love it.

I particularly enjoy it when people choose one of the trite idiocies that Polonius says to Laertes but use it as "Ooo, Shakespeare wrote this! It's Profound!"

My fellow editors and I called that Bartlett's disease.

I bow before you in humble awe.

You know you watch too much TV when you read "Bartlett's disease" and think "No, wait. He had MS, and Abbey risked her license..." IJS. And because this is the Forum for Lusting: check out my latest: [link] Keep your knees loose, y'all.

I just ran into a friend of my friend K who had the premature baby in July. All she could tell me was that the baby isn't doing well. Apparently K isn't returning anyone's phone calls. Which is understandable, but I am out of the loop of what is happening. I leave her a message once a week to tell her that I am thinking of her and the baby and that she only has to call me back if she is up to it. I'm worried, but I don't think there is anything else I can do.

Sorry to hear about your friend, sj. It doesn't sound promising. Keep leaving those messages, though. Then you'll be there when she needs you.

Hee! I just may have contributed to future cases of Bartlett's disease! We bought a bunch of books from the library's fundraising store for the kids to use down at the youth center during their study lounge. One of them was a nice leather-bound Bartlett's (for $5!). Heheh.

So, my desk calendar offers the following quote from 1928 about customs in Tipperary: "It was unlucky to omit going a-nutting on September 14, and one of the chief amusements of All Hallow E'en is still the burning of lovers nuts... to see whether the twain will continue faithful to each other." I would've thought the threat of same would have greater predictive power.

Woe! My local hairchopper, who was a FIND and awesome and I loved him is no longer at the place he used to be! I will find him though. Oh, yes, I will find him. My first attempt is to hope his myspace page stuff is updated, and since he last logged in today, I'm pretty hopeful. My second attempt is to go to where I get massages, where his girlfriend works, and not leave until they tell me WHERE HE IS AT.

Seriously. The man can cut hair like WHOA.

I got rid of all the toxic relationships in my life, and found myself alone. It was pretty nice, actually.

I am drunk. I have recently (re-)learned the folly of drunk posting, so I think I'll just congratulate Joe on the job and go fall safely asleep.

Spoilsport.