The kind of art where someone strips naked, lights his pubic hair on fire and starts singing the National Anthem.

I saw this at CalArts, only he didn't sing the National Anthem, instead he shoved a plaster coat hanger in his ass and hung a t-shirt from it.

Happy Birthday, sj!

Happy Big 0-ending Milestone Type Anniversary to Bev & DH!

Waiting-ma to Erin, and quick resolution to Kristin's payment issues.

I need a nap and I need motivation to do stuff, but I don't have a lot of time to do both. A friend of mine wants to know if I can massage her and her boyfriend tonight and Do Not Want! but feel like I should do it anyway. Still haven't decided. Ugh.

GC, thanks for the Momo pics. Such a sweetie girl, little burrito kitty.

The Izzard riff had me cackling. I have Circle, don't like it as much--I have to get Dressed to Kill. Must.

You guys need your I-9s notarized?

Huh.

We don't do that.

From way long ago:

J'ai tué le président du Paraguay avec une fourchette.

... comment-allez vous?

Aha, now I have this desire to translate all my favorite Grosse Pointe Blank quotes into French.

Have I mentioned that divorce is a pain in the ass? I really don't recommend it. Years later, I'm still dealing with bullshit legalities, deed transfers, and name change issues. ARGH.

Hivemind lawyer types--does anyone know how I go about getting an official copy of my divorce decree with the court stamp and such?

I need to process the release forms (esp. background check)

dear large private university, east coast. Pay me more money now or I will let it be known that you put me in contact with children before the background check was completed.

Sincerely yours, the Internet.

Oops. Didn't mean to be a threadkill!

Motivation~ma d. Hey, we figured out a way to make the upstairs room cooler.