Kristin - or maybe everyone talking about the laugh track made you hyper aware of it.

I never really notice laugh tracks.

I wish I had this talent!

I just don't understand why they use one. It seems terribly outdated to me.

Is there a word for those who go along, blithely ignoring anvils being dropped around them?

Warner Bros. cartoon characters. Road runners.

I picked up the subtext of LWW right away the first time I read it at around 10. My best friend at the time (if we hadn't been shunted off to different middle schools, we'd probably have stayed friends for many more years) was just as wildly in love with the whole Narniaverse as I was, and we endlessly played at being Lucy and Jill and Aravis -- or sometimes just ourselves, happily stumbling on another secret door to Aslan's world -- for almost a year* without ever discussing the subtext (she was Jewish, very much practicing and believing, but she just loved the idea of closet doors leading to new universes where horses could talk and you could run away from home and become a warrior queen).

*Oh, we were horrible dorks. Nobody at my school was still playing pretend by the fifth grade, unless it was "Plan your pretend wedding" or some such nonsense. We were big baby losers -- me more than Rebecca, since she was only in the fourth grade and I was in the fifth; she got a few tiny slivers of credit for being friends with even a supremely uncool person one grade ahead, but I got crap. Luckily, I got crap anyway so it didn't make any difference. Crap and nothing vs. crap and a friend who'd play Queens of Narnia with me? No contest.

I have a bunch of equipment in my room left over from the teacher who actually used such things. It includes several robots with attached computers. I have a couple of kids in my last class of the day who will start talking to each other as if they were experts on it -- "Uh-oh. It looks like Auxiliary Control B has been moved. That's going to mess with the Inner Axonometer. Quick, adjust Flow Control 6 before the Trinomatron blows!"

They're both juniors, and one is a pretty popular guy on the football team.

Which is to say, a) if only those too-cool-to-pretend kids could see this, and b) I adore my students.

Which is to say,..... b) I adore my students.

I'm so glad you are able to say that this year.

I want to run away and join the circus.

I wonder how marijuana does for headaches? Right now I've got about a 5/10 going, which didn't let up all night -- I slept some, restlessly

In a pre-Imitrex, pre-child era Mom used pot for her migraines. Make of that what you will.

Is there any method of killing mice wherein one does not have to clean up little mouse bodies?

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d-con "no view no touch" looks promising... bottom row on the left.

I've asked them to go away. Sometimes it works. I go into the kitchen and explain to the mouse in a calm voice that I want both of us to have happy lives, and I REALLY don't want to kill it, but that if its a choice I'm going to have to come first. And then I tell it I never want to see it again. There is no reason this should work, really, but it has.

(Um, is that the time to re-tell the story of my first ever Buffistas post, which was about what other people complained to be anvils, and me being grateful for them?)

Hee. One of the Improv companies I'm in is called Falling Anvil. I'm going to pretend we named it just for you.

In a job to which I've worn a corset as outerwear, is a knee length wrap leather skirt too much?

And OMG do I have the post-dilaudid itches or what? I think I'm going to have to change into a looser top.

Is there any method of killing mice wherein one does not have to clean up little mouse bodies?

Pet cat?