I used to date someone who is 6'4" (I'm 4'9") in college and people would ask, "How do you . . . er . . . kiss?" pretty often.

On another note entirely, the AP is reporting that the two women who were used as suicide bombers in Baghdad were developmentally disabed. To which I say: What the fucking fuck? I hate people. [link]

t eyes rolled-up to Sparky's post

Welllllllll????

Dang it, Sparky, ita wants to know!

I'm not actually wee-er than you.

Can I just say, I have a mad urge to buy 4 more pairs of glasses at [link] because they are cheap! LOVE.

I took a friend to lunch today to celebrate her birthday. We both had salmon stuffed with crab, bay shrimp, and brie. With a big pile of mashed potatoes (with flecks of skin and a few lumps) and broccolini. I'm stuffed. And kind of sleepy.

Oceanaire?

Oh, thank goodness -- I had done my part on a piece of work, but needed someone I don't know to finish it off. It had to be done by the end of the day today, but she's on the west coast, so has three more hours than I do til the end of the day! I just got an email that she did her part, so I can stop angsting about it.

Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.

McCormick & Schmick on K Street. Yum!

I am all set with the day, can we just go home?

I am now Blackberried. I am not so thrilled, honestly.

Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.

Can I adopt this phrase and keep it bundled up all nice and warm and safe in my vest pocket for, say, the rest of this semester?

Collaboration is hard when you're a control freak.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Just Between Us..., a booklet for girls about menstration; published by Beltx Corporation, copyright 1950, 1955, 1961.

To me, it's amazing that the editors of this little booklet allowed the spokesgirl to have freaky swirly eyes -- usually a sign of craziness or dizziness! This is either a stroke of genius or incredibly inappropriate -- I'm not too sure.

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