Happy dog pictures - the Iditarod started this weekend. [link]

If tenderness toward children and men is what I'm supposed to be excelling at, I am so screwed.

Seriously.

No, I'm afraid I can't find that for you....But hey, you sure are a big strong handsome man, and your children are just darling.

The writer is sort of a Phyllis Schlafly. She really believes it...

dag, ick. It doesn't read straight to me at all. But I am just a dumb girl so...

In happier things on the internet, I hope anyway, may I present my ass:

[link]

Last year, at least 37 people died after jumping from the bridge, a suicide every 10 days. Yet for seven decades, the Golden Gate Bridge Highway and Transportation District has pushed aside evidence that prompted the construction of effective barriers on other bridges and landmarks, including the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the Aurora Bridge in Seattle, the Bloor Street Viaduct in Toronto, the District's Duke Ellington Bridge and, most recently, the Cold Spring Canyon Bridge outside Santa Barbara, Calif.

Last I checked, we hadn't built the damn barriers yet on the Aurora Bridge. (I'm all for bridge barriers, for the record. Especially on that bridge.)

Did we cover the WaPo piece on how dumb women are?

I was too busy not doing my office job and talking about Botox and generally being D-U-M dumb. Oh yeah.

I was disappointed they failed to mention the cooties....

They were implied. I don't think I have any particular female skills in making a house a home; my specialty is making a house a library.

What the hell does "making a house a home" really mean, anyway? As far as I'm concerned, once the boxes are unpacked, the pictures are on the walls and the internet is hooked up, it's a home.

I was too busy not doing my office job and talking about Botox and generally being D-U-M dumb.

I just sent you fannish gossip. You know, like we girls do, because we don't have the brainpower to talk about anything important and manly.

I just sent you fannish gossip. You know, like we girls do, because we don't have the brainpower to talk about anything important and manly.

I shall let out a girly shriek of glee and go read the gossip rather than work on accounting reports or updating a tech manual, because as a silly female, I lack sufficient grey matter and would probably just boob them up anyway. Because I have boobs! Tee hee.

I don't think I have any particular female skills in making a house a home; my specialty is making a house a library.

Ginger, can I tag this? 'Cause, well, me too! (I've been at my current apartment for nearly two years and still haven't put anything on the walls.

Sure, Kathy. The people who've been to my house will attest to its book overload.