{{{bonny}}} strength and comfort for all of you. Also what an awesome gift. May your practice grow as big as your heart.

{{Sean and S}}

(And some people are saying that the girl shouldn't have talked to the newspaper about the first one, because that just gave people the idea for the rest.)

You know, I suddenly have the strangest urge to go draw swastikas on things.

Thanks a LOT, Hil...

I have no desire to put swastikas anywhere. But if I suddenly start having the desire, I'll blame Hil.

When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.

HAH! Totally agree.

Okay, having gone back and watched the baby...dude! Whatever it is, it's gravely important. Very evident from his tone. You better keep up.

baby video! I knew there was a reason I was ded!

Dammit, I missed the poly discussion. I love you guys - only here would conversation about polyamory become a discussion of the definition of the word.

I outed myself on a friend's blog recently, so what the hell; I'm poly, too. And celibate for some years now, only because casual sex is rarely worth it, and I haven't found anyone I felt deeply for. Of course, that might be easier I left my apartment sometime.

I'm in GC's corner about labeling myself. I don't want to; none of them fit me exactly right.

When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.

This makes me laugh, because it was reading Heinlein as a teenager that made me aware that polyamory was a real thing, as opposed to some evil aberration that had occurred in my abnormal psyche.

I can take or leave the serial comma, but I secretly love the ellipse.

Happy birthday, happy anniversary, and happy house-owning, to all for whom it is appropriate. Job~ma and no-zombies~ma for Jilli, and all-good~ma for S. and S. Furthermore, may those who hurt and harass young girls die of flesh-eating bacteria of the penis.

I think you can be poly and cheating at the same time, same as any other orientation.

I recall in Big Love they had a subplot where Bill Paxton and Jeanne Tripplehorn (first wife) were cheating on the other two wives, by sneaking off for extra afternoon lovin'.

Meanwhile, I'm straight, and monogamous, and formalised my relationship (courtesy of the People's Republic of China, which still tickles me) pretty much ASAP, within 14 months of both our first date and my divorce. I'm not sure what that makes me. Possibly

a) a minority on this board, and
b) ridiculously happy. (Wallybee!)

Cilantro: Delicious
Muffalettas: Also delicious (including the olives)
Serial comma: ALWAYS
Babies: adorable.

Hooray! You got one out of four!

b) ridiculously happy. (Wallybee!)

I'm not sure I've ever formally stated my stance on any of these except for Cilantro: absolutely delicious in the right situation (for instance, Tom Kha Kai) but definitely perfumey and not in a good way when overdone.

I'm ashamed to admit I'm not sure I've ever had a muffaletta. Can anyone recommend a good place to get one in Los Angeles?

Serial commas: sure, if it works, use it, right?

Babies: no thank you.

I'm ashamed to admit I'm not sure I've ever had a muffaletta. Can anyone recommend a good place to get one in Los Angeles?

No. A muffaletta must be from New Orleans. Preferably from Central Grocery, but there are a few other places, too. (My preference is to get it with the olive salad and have it wrapped up, and put a plastic fork in the bag. Then walk over to the river and find somewhere to sit, open the bag, and use the fork to scrape all the olive salad off. So the bread absorbed all the good flavor, but you don't have to deal with the icky brininess of the actual olives.)

It doesn't work right with bread other than the crumbly bread that they've got there, and I've never had that exact texture of bread anywhere but New Orleans. I read one theory that it's the humidity in the air that lets it get that texture.