Okay, so Bush's squandering of goodwill and etc. is SO obvious that somebody with his head up his ass for miles could tell. That was my second guess. I guess I gave him extra points because I can't say that in Farsi, so that made the President look smart.ETA: I remember watching that cartoon "Happy Days" for a while. I thought of it during that "Poochie" simpsons because of the focus group at the beginning where the kids want both "robots" and "problems I face every day"

Timelies all!

The only way I would wear an Empire waist top is if it were fitted to the natural waist.(Like my wedding dress) Otherwise not a good look for a person who carries a good bit of weight in the lower abdomen.

JZ, I virtually smack Cockbite!Earl for you.

I'm going to try making ginger vodka. How long do you infuse for?

About two months, with the bottles staying in a cool, dark place. Though to tell the truth, I never strained the ginger out, just stuck it all in the freezer. Still nummy.

Me + empire waist = no good. A little too hiptastic, I am.

I have never been so happy to get to the end of the day in my life! 2 things.

1) Jackass coworker: If someone says, "I need to speak with Jackass." They get transferred to you. I do not assume they meant Jackass in another org. If they tell you they meant the other Jackass, how bout you give them the number instead of transferring them back to me who will then be told, "I need to speak with Jackass!" This is not something you're allowed to get shirty with me about.

2) Managers: Remember our customer service lecture at the meeting last week. It's true that our clients can come away with a bad impression just from our body language. It's also true that if you look like you just smelled shit everytime staff members talk to you, it's not helping us out either.

The whole empire waist discussion is reminding me of the book from the What Not to Wear people, Dress Your Best. I was looking at it yesterday. While I found the advice good, I was a bit annoyed at the models they picked for my body type, the Not Curvy figure. The three women they used were all tiny from a size 0 to a size 6 (and the size 6 was 5'11"). C'mon, I can't be the only woman who lacks curves but who is substantially bigger than that.

All their other models looked like real people, which was nice.

All their other models looked like real people, which was nice.

I believe my model for "Curvy" was Stacy. Please.

Those books make me dizzy. I don't know the undertones of the skin, nor my body type. I just grin and click and keep moving.

Or stop buying clothes. Yes. Totally that. Two more white wifebeaters and maybe lace fingerless gloves for halloween. And that's totally it.

Yeah. Uhuh.

I have a history question: most of my...okay, all of my formal exposure to WWII (which is minimal) came when I lived in the UK. So when I see the ads for Ken Burn's War it doesn't sound like they're talking about the same thing.

Or perhaps it sounds too much like they're talking about the same thing, except Britain was under siege and fighting much longer. I wish I had the text of the voiceover to hand. I found it very confusing, and now I'm tangling myself trying to articulate it.

Which merely serves to remind me I was stuck watching Spanglish and Bringin' Down The House this weekend. Hospital sucks.

Okay, not all, but most. I just fixated on the imaginary that was Not Curvy.

Added to the cast were the Fonz’s talking canine sidekick, Mr. Cool and Cupcake, and a 25th-century space babe with magical powers. It was like shoehorning both The Simpsons’ Poochie and The Flintstones’ Great Gazoo into a single show.

Why does it not surprise me that an adaptation of the show that invented Jumping the Shark came up with this golden combo?

I just fixated on the imaginary that was Not Curvy.

IIRC, you're certainly right that the Not Curvy models are all relatively small. I just remember being all excited to see these "normal" looking models for the body types, and then getting to mine and seeing Stacy.