I was in art school when The Crying Game was released. The reaction was similar.

Seriously. I seem to recall taking one unpsoiled look at Jaye Davidson singing and thinking "Adam's Apple. That's gonna go over like the Hindenurg with IRA Dude."

I suppose I should be grateful that I'm getting my Aleve-ignoring migraine out of the way today instead of tomorrow when I'll be driving the folks to Branson for 5 hours. It's bad enough to give me nausea, which is unusual—but at least an excuse to end the diet a day early and eat tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwich.

So. My sister is on the highway. My brother is also on the (different) highway. He wants traffic information. So he's calling her, she's calling my dad for route information and then calling me to look things up online and calling back and forth to my brother. It'll be a miracle if they all make it here alive.

Well, I got little takeout boxes with happy turkeys printed on them, and stuffed them with goodies. They're not so much placesettings as goodie bags, I think.

Allyson, that would be very sweet--but don't go to any trouble.

B pointed out that T-Day with y'all would have Noah snuggles, which is a good point, but the little man has enough worshippers to get him by.

But there's also the therapeutic benefit of baby snuggles. Though, of course, we can come by later and bring food and you can have one on one time with Noah without having to wait your turn.

I dropped my iPod, and now it is broken and is stuck on playing on 90s music.

So if shrift does a pseudicide, maybe she can get two iPods?

Also, it is my pink iPod. I dont think they even make them in pink anymore.

SAD. VERY SAD.

Now my sister needs traffic info for herself. But she had to hang up because she doesn't have enough hands to juggle steering, holding the phone, and flipping jackasses the bird all at once. Something had to give.

Wait, wait...I think I fixed it.

So if shrift does a pseudicide, maybe she can get two iPods?

Maybe if it's a psuedicide pact?

Yesterday was an interesting day at work - turns out one of my co-workers is a paid blogger for DR. Who. We talked fandom. She hasn't read Allyson's book yet, but she did know if it.

Maybe I'll become like, a cult phenomenon.

Probably not, though.

I got a condescending email from a WGA writer person spanking me for some perceived indiscretion, and in it she explained to me the importance of fan campaigns...

I sent her a link to the book.