Oh wow! Congrats bon bon and bob bob! California here you come!

My tummy is so confused at me. Why did I make it be awake at 4:30AM? And then eat at 5:30AM? And then again at 9:30AM? It does not understand this "eastern time" thing.

My brain is even less happy, even if it understands better.

Yay! We have bagels and muffins in the cafe! I think I'm going to skip actual lunch today.

Is it okay to not have ambition?

This is my question, too. Although I do want to be in charge of things.

Although I do want to be in charge of things.

Me, NSM. I figure I'd settle for being pretty rich. Which is why I need to up and read that four hour work week book. He points out that living like you're rich isn't the same thing as being rich, and the former is more attractive to me.

For those bacon fans out there.

bon bon and Bob Bob in California is EXCELLENT.

And I endorse actual richness for all the Buffistas, with ita first in line and Jesse getting to boss all the money around.

Random Matildaness:

When JenK and her friend J were over a couple of nights ago, Jen wanted me to tell J the story of my engagement ring (with the quote from the Song of Songs). I told the story, took the ring off, and let J have a look at it. As J was returning it, Matilda intercepted it, clutched it to her chest, and said eagerly, "Mine!"

Ah, no, we said, not really. Give it back.

She looked mightily irritated at our collective thick-headedness and repeated, "Mine!" Then, at my stern look, she pondered her options, looked around, and finally held out David's new shiny red cell phone, clearly meaning, "Trade you! So nice and shiny!"

I explained to her that since the phone was also ours, she wasn't really negotiating from a position of strength, and wrested the ring away from her, whereupon she sniveled herself to sleep.

Last night, we were on the couch playing and reading, and suddenly she lunged at my hand, crowed, "RING!" and started yanking wildly at it. When I declined to hand it over, she rummaged around and found the ring-shaped sterling silver moon rattle my brother had given her ages ago and tried to barter. Still ring-shaped, but so much bigger and shinier than mine! I'd be a fool to refuse! But I did, which prompted another horrible flood of tears.

I'm kind of afraid of what tonight will bring.

Is it okay to not have ambition?

I hope so, because right now my long-term goals are to take naps, go to concerts, read more books, get my Netflix queue under 400 items, and eventually fix all my iTunes metadata.

JZ, if you find her crouching in a corner going on about her "precious", then you should be worried.

I figure I'd settle for being pretty rich. Which is why I need to up and read that four hour work week book. He points out that living like you're rich isn't the same thing as being rich, and the former is more attractive to me.

Ooh, yeah. If I didn't have to work in fucked up (human) organizations, I wouldn't worry so much about being in charge.

And I endorse actual richness for all the Buffistas, with ita first in line and Jesse getting to boss all the money around.

Awesome!!

All you can eat bacon is like my dream. One morning on vacation last year, I cooked up a full pound of bacon over the course of breakfast, and I think there were four of us eating it.

All you can eat bacon is like my dream.

I would like to point out this Very Buffista T-shirt, spotted at Warped this past weekend. Mmmm, bacon. Perkins did not seem to like it, but Suzi and I did.