I think reporting is a big deal, Kat. None of the guys talked about concussions until a big deal was made of mine.

One of my fellow teachers got concussed (knocked in the back of the head with a stick, fell to the ground, bleeding, and couldn't get right back up again) during the same test they wanted me not to take, and when I challenged the guy who'd tried to "protect" me, he said "well, M wasn't suffering from post-concussive syndrome." I told him that was because M was right in the middle of the concussion.

The next day M denied post-concussiveness but mentioned he did feel like he'd been out all night drinking the night before.

Sure, dude. That's something completely unrelated to the great big whack to the head you took.

I am very happy to see people paying more attention, and it's being paid across gender lines.

Okay, not at work yet. Head hurts very badly. Please tell me I can go back to sleep...

In other news, Isiah Thomas was found guilty (liable?) of sexual harassment.

This makes me incredibly sad. He was, once upon a time, one of my heroes. Sigh. What a jackass.

I used to love him too, Aimée. But by the time I got to Michigan he was already acting like a prick. As long as no one bursts my Joe Dumars bubble I can still cling to the Bad Boys good times memories. At least a couple.

As long as no one bursts my Joe Dumars bubble I can still cling to the Bad Boys good times memories. At least a couple.

Amen to that. And his playing style aside, I still love me some Laimbeer. (Although, truth to tell, loved his playing style. And mimicking it is what got me kicked off my 6th grade basketball team. By my own father. Hee.)

Hey, does anyone know how one might go about exchanging ounces of gold for cash money? Like in a non-sketchy, non-pawn shop way?

[link] ?

Or ebay?

Timelies. Despite a visit from the insomnia fairy last night, I'm surprisingly gronk free. In fact, I'm feeling better in several ways than I have in weeks. I guess the weekend in Maine did me some good. That, and vibing on the Patriot's continued stomping streak.

OTOH, I have to do a test plan walkthrough today at 3 and I am not looking forward to it.

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Many who have followed the trial have wondered why the Garden’s bosses didn’t just settle the case, whatever its merits. If they had, we might not have had to learn that Stephon Marbury, the team’s star point guard, had sex with a Garden intern (and former “roller-skate-limbo champion”) in his S.U.V., outside a strip club; that Thomas thinks it’s O.K. for a black man, but not for a white man, to call a black woman a bitch (“I’m sorry to say, I do make a distinction”); that Thomas may have sent a Knicks City Dancer into the officials’ locker room to flirt with the referees.

I love her expression here. Babies & toddlers looking dubious = cuteness GOLD!

I like Matilda's expression in "Caketastrophe family tableau" -- like, "Mom, WTF?!? I've *seen* cake in my short life, and THIS is not cake!"

But, the thing is, that isn't even true. The only other cake she's seen is Emmett's cake, and it looked exactly the same. She cannot possibly know that cake doesn't actually look like this -- unless she has a shining Platonic vision deep in her soul of that shimmering Cake that is the perfect fruition of everything toward which mere earthly cakes are striving.

Which may in fact be the case.