Facebook is a dangerous thing.

One of my cousins has started college. There is a picture of him at a Thanksgiving party. He is an "indian". He is wearing a "loincloth".

The following wall conversation transpired:

Me: I am scarred. for. life.

Him: O come on... are you really that surprised??

Me: I dunno, let me put up some pictures from my trip to New Orleans and you tell me...

Don't go playin' with the grownups, kid... you'll lose an eye ('cause you put it out yourself). I pointed out to him that I now like the cousin who is going into politics much much better because, as we are Democrats, he can't afford to let stuff like that get around.

Thiiiiiis close to putting up corset pictures. It ain't for nothin' I ain't runnin' for congress, baby.

(Apparently I should be sitting at a bar and chain smoking to go with my new accent. He's turned me into a lush out of some forties movie. Or Lola the showgirl.)

Those bangs are very flattering and forgiving on most faces. They're long and can be brushed or parted aside as needed. The only issue is that they might grow out too quickly and she'd be tempted to trim them herself and as we know from past such experiments, that is the path to Hell Bangs.

Yes. Yes it does. Awesome. After the wedding, I am getting that haircut.

Oh, shit Nora. {{{Nora and Family}}}

Power~ma for Erin's family.

{{{Ginger}}}

Met with three professors today to work out plans (boy, is it ever helpful to have a prof that's on the committee that decides whether or not a grade can be changed after the 1-year deadline), had two tutoring sessions, went to class and babbled on about the different discourses of Buffy fandom, which caused a classmate to come out as a huge Buffy fan (which, YAY, 'cause we have even more in common than I thought), then ran into my classmate/friend T after class and ended up driving her home and having a fabulous chat.

I'm exhausted.

omnis_audis I sent you a couple emails

backflung at ya Laga. Also, I love that my iPhone knows the typo for 'shindig' and auto fills/corrects it.

Laga and omnis, are you going to be around for New Year's or so? Did you see my post in Beep Me?

Ya P-C, I'm around, and not working (miracle of miracles). Dunno what the party situation is, but would LOVE to hook up wit ya.

Nice one, Kristin!

applauds

I think that's a stage show in Bangkok (and was there ever a city with a more inadvertantly perfect yet unfortunate name).

Well, since the actual name of the city, in Thai, is a paragraph long, translates as 'City of Angels and blah blah blah ten shining jewels blah blah blah etc' and sounds absofuckinglutely nothing remotely like 'Bangkok', gotta say that I'm thinking that the English nomenclature is not so much with the inadvertance.

I too will be around but unsure of my work schedule over New Years. Would love to see you if I can, P-C.

edit: also if you need a comfy recliner to crash on we've got one.

OH MY GOD.

I drove up to the house just now, with Annabel in tow, only to see that our garage door was standing wide open and some of the boxes stored there were tipped over. The past few weeks we haven't been locking the inner door from the house to the garage after a lockout incident...so I was pretty sure we wouldn't have a single valuable left to us.

On closer inspection the garage didn't look ransacked--it looked like maybe someone was in there and ran away because a passerby spotted him. I'd like to think it was just a cat or something, but the boxes that were knocked over were awfully heavy for that.

I led Annabel through the garage, opened the door quickly, and shouted "Who's there?" in my best firm, authoritative voice, hoping that if anyone was inside, they'd be startled into making a noise. I didn't hear anything, and I felt better on seeing that the two most obvious valuables in the living room, the laptop and the TV and its assorted accoutrements, were still there.

I then had Annabel wait in the living room while I took a fire poker (best weapon I could find) and went through the entire house, finding it empty, thank God, and undisturbed.

Now all I need to do is find out whether DH went out through the garage this morning (he left after me) so I know whether I need to rip him a new one or beat myself up...

Because that was TERRIFYING.