I know you're not supposed to be able to target weight loss, but I can't help thinking that what if the core training could take inches off the waist (they promise 2 in the first 2 weeks) and not off the hips, that'd rock.

Huh, really? Because I'm at the point where all I want to do is lose inches off my waist. Should I go back and look at the link?

Brief interview with Danny Strong in NY magazine: [link]

I honestly have no idea what you are driving at here, or that you had such a strong attachment to whatever "baby" it is I've tossed out the window. But if it's merely a grammatical correction you're making I'm just as happy with ending the discussion here.

I put that very clumsily. Nutty was the "you" (should have said "one") in question in my statement--having all men irritate her because some men do something is tossing the baby (men who don't devalue women thusly) out with the bathwater (men who are that icky). As far as semantics go I was suggesting she was generalising rather than characterising, but as I type that out again it becomes even more meaningless.

They have teh gays in Texas, I'm sure

As someone who lives at the gayest straight bar or the straightest gay bar (depending on whether you read the Voice or the Observer), yes. Yes we do.

Miss y'all!

And now I have officially run out of energy.

t thonk

I did that earlier. It's made the rest of the day interesting.

I just took a squick stroll through some thread archives and found where I delurked over seven years ago.

My posting style was somewhat twee.

That was weird. Remind me not to do it again.

squick stroll

Freudian slip, or deliberate?

Oh, my god. That's AWESOME. I totally didn't mean to do that, but I'm keeping it.

In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.

Owen hasn't taken off his pink bunny ears in a week. He wears them to school and everywhere. We were at the park a few evenings ago and I had to politely smack down some older boys where were attempting to tease him by saying, "Hey, Easter Bunny, you're a little bit late!" (I'm sure this was funny to the 8 year olds saying it.) I just gave them the stink eye and said, "Guys, he's four." They ended their commentary on his accessories.

I love how wee kids don't give a shit about what people think of their clothes. Their own opinion is the only one that matters in the world. At what age do we lose that?