Thanks!

Oh, right, vacation. You're tracking chip isn't showing up right on my mental map, young lady. Feeling better?

Are you with your cutie nephew yet?

Not yet. We're at "the cottage" right now. We'll head over after everyone is awake.

You're tracking chip isn't showing up right on my mental map, young lady.

Ha!

Feeling better?

Yes. Thanks for asking.

Yay moving! Enjoy your new space, -t.

Anyone want to come see me in a cheesy festive play?

Yes indeed, I would love to. Um, wherever did I leave the teleporter?

Glad things went will with your mom, Suzi. Get some rest!

I'm at my mom's house. I better make myself useful...

Thinker baby! [link]

Thinker baby!

So cute!

Super cutiehead wee thinker!

Fay, if it were possible I'd be out there in a flash. The Ghost of Christmas Present is perfect for you. And I'd love to see the performance of the twin who said this to the interviewer:

"One of my favourite things of being in the play is that people who hardly know each other have to hug and kiss!," said Alex. "I think people should see this play because we've practised and remembered our lines and are good at it! So, if you miss it you'll be sorry!"

The kid should totally be a professional publicist.

Ooh! Do you get to hide Ignorance and Want under your robes and shame Scrooge with them before you disappear? That was always the saddest and most frightening part of Christmas Carol for me as a kid -- I'd wait for the two little shriveled woes clinging balefully to Santa with bated breath, then when they appeared I'd almost scream and couldn't bear to look.

The kids are very cute, it must be said, and they're doing a cracking job. I'm particularly fond of Olly, the lad playing the Ghost of Christmas Past - he's 11, and a bit loud and full of himself, which is clearly driving Scrooge mad, but he's really quite sweet. (Also, I realised today, we are the same height. I don't tend to think of myself as being short, despite the fact that I'm not quite 5 ft 3. However, he is 11, and we are of a height. Which suggests that maybe I am, in fact, quite short. Huh.)

Alas, I do not get to hide Ignorance and Want under my robes - it's pretty much pared down to be as simple as possible, and then some. (I get to hide my boobies under my robes, though, fwiw!)

I like the Ghost costume lots. The Mrs Fezziwig costume is an eminently appropriate confection in peach, which I would never dream of wearing other than for the role, whereas I crave the Ghost's red velvet coat. Crave it. They'll have to wrench it out of my cold dead hands after the show.

Bless you, JZ - I wish I'd got a teleporter to whizz you over here!

Curse you, match.com! After 7 pages, I had found one "eh" and a whole bunch of "how loudly can I say NO?"s, and there, on the last page, was a hair-dying, goth, agnostic religious studies grad student who mentions Bertrand Russell and the Venture Brothers in his profile. And why is he on the last page? Because he lives an hour and a half away. Curse you, match.com! Curse you to heck!

Also, good almost-still-morning, board!

And now, there are clearly people hunting in my neighborhood. Some days... argh.

eek! be careful, Emily!

Finished my paper. Am now doing extremely boring reading. Then I'll be done and can loll and lounge about.

Go, GC, with your paper-writing self! I have had a couple of those monster papers myself and they are a slog. Happily, this professor likes short (5 pages max, preferably 4.5 pages) and sweet.

So sleepy. This stuff is really making me want to lie down and nap.