I agree, except with the ignoring.

I don't feel I can address it, since it's a beast that's bigger than anyone I know. On an individual scale, I've seen women being worse to women than the men in their lives are, and relatively speaking that's where my attention goes.

Women often complain about their weight around this one friend of mine--he's hugely exercise-conscious, and although he doesn't eat as well as he should, he knows just what he's doing wrong. They think they've found an ally in anti-fatness, but he just shrugs and says "I like women bigger." Surprisingly often, when the women complaining about themselves are asked, their boyfriends like them bigger.

That's just not enough.

Which is 180° from what I'd expected. The value system is either totally internal or totally impersonal.

Thanks, Tom. Just reading the website is lyrical. I wonder if one day I can own a real samurai sword. And if I owned one, how I'd stop myself from trying to cut off people's heads.

I spoke with my dad, who is on cloud nine regarding his new granddaughter.

He said everyone, including my SIL says she looks just like me.

My SIL was apparently very ill, there were some complications, a lot of blood loss, but she's bouncing back very quickly.

I hope you SIL feels much better right quick.

And lucky niece!

I get such a kick out of grandparents. When they aren't making me goggle at the horns growing out of their formerly parental heads.

My new job is finally (FINALLY) kicking into gear. I feel like I'm flying even blinder than I was when it hadn't.

I really don't like being a beginner. I've spent all evening thinking I may have made a booboo. Totally fixable, by the person who told me her worst beginner mistake was deleting the entire ops database. Which this wasn't, but STILL.

She's also the one who blurted out, when I said it was going to be hard work aspiring to be F, that there was no way I could be F. Socially adept? We are not here. I know she didn't mean it as anything but the fact that F is a FREAKING GENIUS but still...

I really don't like being a beginner.

Well, it's been a long time for you, right? Not that it's ever easy. I started my job last June and spent the whole summer sure I was getting fired. Then I spent some of the fall thinking that, too, but for different reasons. Anyway.

first times are hard. you'll be fab, sara.

yay! niece!

Jesse, point. 10 years, and even then I KNEW I'd be clueless. This time, I'm sorta advanced beginner and that makes it harder. I'm a latent perfectionist. Makes this hard. And I kinda don't like admitting I have no clue, though I do when I can't suss it out on my own.

Is anyone watching Reaper? Can anyone tells me what happens between Sam being offered a plumbing promotion and a swarm of bees attacking?

My box shut off for five minutes. I'll have the same q about House in an hour.

I'm a latent perfectionist. Makes this hard. And I kinda don't like admitting I have no clue, though I do when I can't suss it out on my own.

This is me, and with the flailing around feeling clueless and ineffective in my new role here at rocketworld. It's hard!

Speaking of rocketworld, did you get my email?

lori, not that this makes flailing any better, but my VIP astronaut found your name familiar. Which was funny. Small business we're in (he's looking at our Mars obsv to repeat as moon obsv and is a total fangeek of this shit.) He also knew my dad's fascility.

But yeah, flailing. Lots of it. And I don't even have minions, dangit! Yay new roles? I mean, YAY new roles!

Ah well, I can impress the nephews with the cool things people I've met do. Somedays, that's enough.