Mom really hates when I say "Fuck *me*, like McNulty.(No, I don't have an accent when I do it. But she heard me and was like "Excuse me,") But I'm a little old to blame it *all* on Bushy Top.

Laga, yes, that is indeed as offensive as you think it is, and eye-rollingly insulting to an entire gender (in a way that doesn't reflect terribly well on the other gender, either). Like way too many ads. Thank everything benign and kindly for the occasional Greensleeves.

Kristin, I'm so sorry about your friend's girlfriend. How heartbreaking for A. I didn't mean to sound flippant about how devastating CF still is and how much brutally hard work remains for the people fighting it.

And, yes, you've been smote over the head by March long enough. You deserve a guilt-free massage.

Oh, sweetest JZ, you never sound flippant, and I didn't take it that way at all.

I finally got the Greensleeves video to play! Woo! I think the guy in the buckle hat is more of a Pilgrim than a Puritan on account of all teh feasting.

Yay, guilt-free massage!

I remember being really shocked when Kirk said "Damn" in the first Star Trek movie and rationalizing to myself that it was an emotional moment.

I had hippie influences growing up. Expletives of all kinds were pretty freely used and, if not totally tolerated, then met with an earnest talk about how those were Very Strong Words and one should Consider the Context (which I think meant, don't say in front of grandma) -- but anything that was contemptuous toward an actual person, be it as mild as "stupid", got the "I don't ever want to hear you talk that way" smackdown.

anything that was contemptuous toward an actual person, be it as mild as "stupid", got the "I don't ever want to hear you talk that way" smackdown.

Yes, yes, yes.

and I just realized that an hour is actually only $39, $49 for deep tissue! Even better.

Ah, cheap LA massages, how I miss them. I just left a message for a guy a friend swears is awesome at massage. I figure I can celebrate the new job, even if I don't get a paycheck yet. (Though it frightens me to do so, like it will suddenly be yanked away)

AND I just went to the chiro and got cracked, after negotiating a cash (sans insurance) rate. I still feel like I could use some more cracking, but I made another appointment for next week, so hopefully that and a massage will get me in line.

GC, yes, it broke me hard. And erika, yeah, her dad being Frank DeFord, Sports Guy, just wrecked me. I still flinch away from stuff with his byline because the sheer mundane sportsness of it just crashes hard in my brain into what I know his family suffered all those years ago.

I had the movie, and I wore it out.

Dear Craigslist Lady:

You emailed me FIVE HOURS AGO to say you wanted to pick up the thing that's been eating up space in our living room for months TODAY. I wrote you back immediately, have heard nothing for five hours, have had to put off another person who really wanted to buy the big loomy thing, and now I'm about to give up and take the hot shower I've been putting off all day in case I miss your call.

In short, please (a) check your dictionary for the definition of "today," and (b) STOP SUCKING AND SHOW UP OR CALL ALREADY.

No love,

Really need the money and the living room space, but maybe not as much as I need the shower

AND I just went to the chiro and got cracked

Oh, isn't that the best feeling sometimes? I went on Tuesday. I hate the low resonant crunchy grinding noise, but my headaches have gone away.