Ooh, costumes!! I really desperately want to be a fairy, but I am incredibly poor right now, so I think I will settle for going as the one and only costume I own (due to the flood that killed half my stuff), which is a fairly nifty witch costume.

Hivemind question: We have an employee coming up on his 10th year and the company owner wants to give him a weekend at a fancy hotel (he's married, so it won't be just him). The hotel is right here in town and very chi-chi. Would you guys find a weekend, including a fancy dinner, in the town where you live a better gift than a plain airline gift certificate?

Okay, I totally have to talk about this. Why is the company that KILLED CHRISTMAS giving gifts?? First there was no Christmas party. Then there was the killing of all Christmas parties. And the death of Christmas bonuses. Now there is this. I feel bad for Christmas. I think Christmas's (and all holiday celebrations') feelings are hurt.

ETA: Happy (belated) Birthday, Lee!

Happy Birthday, Lori!

Ok - since costumes are still a topic. If I were to go as Miss Information, how would I make a sash, with pretty words? I'm a dork. All my brain is coming up with is using calculator paper and writing on it. I think I'm too tired to brain.

Ali--I KNOW! But 10 years--that's a long time.

Just got home from babysitting the very charming and well-behaved Noah. He was excellent company!

Sadly, i missed a call frotm my mom, who was diagnosed with glaucoma. J tells me she was very sad, as she lives to read and her vision has affected that. The good side is that it is only in one eye and is treatable, although the damage that has been down is unfaxable..

If I were to go as Miss Information, how would I make a sash, with pretty words?

Cheap scarf or scrap of fabric and fabric paint.

10 years is a long time. That is an awful lot of Big Spins, Cristina's Courts, and Family Feud. But, still. And just when I got to the point of being all Zen about the Burbank apartment.

I'm totally jealous about the Noah babysitting!

Hey, they only rented the cheesy studio apartmenr because it was way cheaper than a hotel room!

Sadly, i missed a call frotm my mom, who was diagnosed with glaucoma. J tells me she was very sad, as she lives to read and her vision has affected that. The good side is that it is only in one eye and is treatable, although the damage that has been down is unfaxable..

Robin, my mother has it, as a result of her blood pressure issues. She also had cataracts, apparently related, and the surgery for the latter really helped a lot. With that and a new prescription for her glasses, she's reading as much as ever, which is a lot.

Oh, and apparently, the biggest plus side is that the drops they give you for glaucoma have the side effect of longer, thicker eyelashes.

Oh, I need to correct myself. The women I was talking about wouldn't be coming as slutty pumpkins. Jack Ho Lanterns, they would be.

They're not sure, but diets are starting...well, when I'm not bringing in CI test cake.

Oops.

Floated out the idea of me being Moulin Rougey. Met with a great deal of nothing. But it could be my migraine colouring my reading.

Robin, will your mother get to smoke pot? Totally tell her to ask.

But the way the email was worded felt more like:

We're way too poor for Christmas! We're saving money by acquiring living quarters everywhere we want to be, and also by only flying in the private jet, so we don't have to waste time at the airport, since time is money! Also, we should fight the economy! Rally around me! This job is not just a calling, it's a passion! Lay down your lives!!1!!1! And could someone please take up the responsibility of the newsletter? No one can come up with ways to make it sound like a fun job anymore.

ETA: I missed the news the first time around, but I'm so sorry for your mom, Robin. That totally bites. Although better eyelashes do sound like a total silver lining.

Yeah, it was really not worded well.