Went to hard, hot yoga this evening and now am sitting on couch trying to figure out if I should take a shower and go see friend's band. Or stay stinky and go to bed early. Am feeling a little bit like i'm getting a cold but am also feeling pretty energetic from the yoga.

Saturday is spin class, maybe more yoga at 4, drinks w/ friend who is moving to Cairo.

Sunday is bike ride if it's warm enough, walk/run if it is not. then I really, really want to see one of the Oscar noms that I've missed. Maybe There Will Be Blood . Then dinner with bandmate moving to NYC on Monday. Then maybe Oscar party at a bar.

I just bought a variety of cupcakes for GF's b-day from Leda's [link] and do they ever look good! I got red velvet, carrot, chocolate chocolate chocolate, and dulce de leche. YUM!

I have recently become addicted to the website in which people spend weeks/months fucking with online scammers.

[link]

It's sort of like fandom wank, only more trainwrecky.

Washcloths crack the baby up.

How's this for some bullshit? Peapod:

We're sorry; our policies prohibit the delivery of products from our Wine & Spirits department on Sundays between 06:00 AM and 02:00 PM.

And naturally, all the other delivery times are sold out this weekend. Which, anyway, I'm half tempted to cancel the order on general principle.

OMG there is some kind of really loud machine doing god-knows-what-down the hall, and it stinks. This has been a spectacularly unproductive day (except for a nice lunch with consuela), which is to say, time to go home early to get away from the smell and noise.

Time to go home and get caught up on Jericho!

Comment in Cary Tennis' column on Salon:

I've noticed this: The guys who are afraid and nervous, it's about their dads. And the guys who are dramatic and needy, it's about their moms.

Is this general knowledge? Conventional Wisdom?

Obviously a generalization but does it ring true or run counter to personal experience?

If there's a better sound than a baby laughing, I don't know what it is.

Weekend plans: Write, sing in choir Sun. a.m., watch Oscars. Hope our laptop comes back from the mothership soon, because this whole sharing a computer thing just doesn't work, not with a web developer working on a freelance gig married to a writer who's feeling behind on her current manuscript.

Cutie gigglyhead D! Washcloths make our two giggle as well. Magic?

Oh, you people and your sharing of things like Etsy. [link] (it's cooler looking on the mannequin's neck, but it won't link directly to that one) Oh, dear. It comes in brass, too. [link]

Uh-huh. Because I need an octopus necklace? I mean, I don't, and I won't, but now I know it's there, and it looks so neat. And I think I'm about to waste a whole lot of time just browsing around. Man.