Your last name is, like, phonetic, right?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure she says it wrong, too, but she hardly ever says it in situations where I could correct her.

Oh! AND! Just recently I was saying how my grandfather said it without the second R, and it turns out most people spell it that way, too. So I said it out loud several times. She leaves out the first R.

Your last name is, like, phonetic, right?

SERIOUSLY. Poor Jesse. You totally need a right-handed cookie!

I want soup. Warm, creamy (or cheesy) soup. I could make this soup at home. But, I am here. Feh.

Check out this footwear for men: [link]

AFTER an absence of seven years on the menswear scene, Manolo Blahnik has dusted off his sketchbook - and created a line of men's shoes so fabulous, they are pretty much guaranteed to knock your man's socks off. The six-piece collection runs the gamut from safely stunning (the red suede Oxford brogue), to the outrageously gorgeous (in the shape of leopard print sandal, Bir). "It's not a big collection," reflects the designer, who was honoured with a CBE just a couple of weeks ago. "There are some simple sandals in beautiful materials, and a few classics - with a twist. I thought it was time to bring back some colour into the male wardrobe." Look out for the collection, due in store from February.

I'm trying to think where I could wear the leopard print sandals....

I just had a right-hand cookie! Now I feel overly full.

I swear, today is On The List.

I just spent the last hour at my desk writing a blog entry. Is that what it's like to have a desk job that has few responsibilities?

Yes. Or more responsibilities that you blow off.

ps - sarameg, I don't really think we work for the same people. but, given that it's funkytown, I think the people we each work for probably do share a brain, or even - by extension - a genome. most likely the crazy one. I pass you my mrboh dart set through the interwebs.

Signed, Loves Priscilla With A Fierceness That Might Be Called Psychotic

goes to sit with amych

and code little widgets that turn into blue-tongued lizards.

I want soup. Warm, creamy (or cheesy) soup. I could make this soup at home. But, I am here. Feh.

Oh Vortex, if you were here, you could go to Meltdown and get a soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Though if you were here, weather might dictate that you choose something else instead; it's supposed to be 80 today.

ps - sarameg, I don't really think we work for the same people.

I don't know about your employers, but in my experience with pseudo-academe-gov't-research, ok this is my only experience ....it brings the crazies!

Advil is not touching my headache. It's the damned clipper that's causing it.

Signed, Loves Priscilla With A Fierceness That Might Be Called Psychotic

(P.S.: Have similar problems with that Elrond character, to greatly amusing effect.)

Try loving Priscilla and Matrix, and then watching LOTR. Brain go 'splodey.