My tivo thinks Chuck is also being shown on Saturday at 9:00 on NBC, at least this week.

Susan, I'm cracking up at the Klingon imagery.

This morning, I got up, kissed M goodbye, went back to my place, cuddled my cat (who was most indignant), went for a run, stretched, scooped the catbox, had nummy cold-brewed iced coffee, cleaned myself up, and went to work. I can haz nap nau? Or at least motivation to do work?

On ABC?

I think your tivo needs an intervention.

Hee. I just came back to fix that, too late.

My tivo thinks Chuck is also being shown on Saturday at 9:00 on ABC, at least this week.

Mine agrees. Also on Bravo on Sunday.

Eta: I have no idea what channel is what network unless I can see the little logo in the corner.

Humans cannot fight glorious battles. The very phrase transforms them into Klingons.

When you say, "Jack, who's a Klingon?" you get

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Susan, I'm cracking up at the Klingon imagery.

It cracked me up when I accidentally created it! Thing is, some of the actual soldiers and commanders from my era would've made pretty good Klingons, all things considered. I think Martok, Worf, etc. would consider Wellington and Napoleon to have the hearts of true warriors, y'know?

iPod found. But it sort of smells like Hello Kitty...

mind boggles

I imagine any child, whatever language they speak, will look at you, the classroom, the stuffed animals, and INSIST on being in your class.

Well, we'll see. Mind you, I must be pretty scary - apparently one of my kids (Jean, the wee girl who looks exactly like Lilo, from Lilo and Stitch) had NIGHTMARES last night - not about The Wolves In The Walls, which I more than half expected, but rather about her spelling test.

...I mean, seriously. 5 words. I forget which group she's in, but still - we're not talking "Antidisestablishmentarianism" here - worst case scenario it was January, February, March, April and May she had to spell. And there's no punishment for fucking up - you get a sticker for 5/5 or for beating your previous score, and you do take your spelling book home so mum and dad know how you did.

I mean, I know her brother (who was in my class last year) is a boy genius, but still. Nightmares! Poor little bugger!

you're out of the hospital? How's the noggin?

Pretty damned well, thanks for asking. They hit me upside the head (oh, I was pitching and listing--I can never thank my ride enough) with a mass of painkillers, and I woke up pain-free (and the sort of pain-free that reminds you that you have to calibrate the scale again, because what I was calling a 0 two days ago is more like a 3 on the pain scale). I'm taking it an hour at a time.

Aw, poor kid with the spelling nightmares.

ION, I am obtuse. I was chatting with DH, talking about various things that are getting me down and why (conclusion being that having dealt with various external issues, now that I'm no longer in the job from hell, my mother's cancer is in remission, etc., I'm actually having to face assorted personal issues I'd ruthlessly ignored while dealing with the outside stuff). He asked me what my address was. I was all, "My address? What do you mean? I know this place is the Pluto of the UW solar system, but my box # *is* in the campus directory." (We're both UW employees.) He said, "I mean if I wanted to send you something."

Enlightenment dawned. I think I may be getting flowers today.