Luckily yesterday's Thai food stood up to yesterday's pizza cravings. Don't know about leftovers, though, because the cravings haven't palled at all.

Watching Taboo about Extreme Entertainment--they posit that people who go to sideshows with sword-swallowing and the like go because they want to be there on the one night someone dies. Really? Don't you want to go and see how far they can go and *live*? Dying's pretty easy.

Yes, I think I'd have long since resorted to yelling "That's it! I'm putting a lock on the toilet and you're wearing diapers until you can drive!"

The way I'm figuring it, is that the money I'm saving buying pull-ups is now going to the Roto Rooter guy. I'm comfortable that this will eventually pass. I would LOVE to be able to patrol the bathrooms but it's all but impossible.

Till this phase is over, RR is on speed dial.

Am I getting old and boring? I swear, it is pretty. Bopping around that site I noticed a designer I'd shopped from before, but on etsy, which makes me think I do this sort of thing too much. But I'm in relative lockdown mode anyway, until I can get some more job certainty.

Still, pretty. Just quietly so. Says the woman in navy and black.

Well, what you crave doesn't really define what kind of pizza Chicago is known for. And that sounds snotty, but I don't mean it to be; I can't think of any other way to word it, though.

Laga is from Chicago. I wonder if pizza "norms" have changed? Or maybe it's a regional thing within the city?

ION, I have to write a goodbye letter to my 9th graders. It's the last thing I have to do before tomorrow. Would someone please motivate me to do it?

Dear 9th Graders:

It's been real. Have a nice life.

Laga is from Chicago.

I think the distinction is that what's authentic local style need not be what an authentic local craves. But it's a fiddly semantic point.

I kept poking around that clothing site. I guess my clothing style is still...well, whatever. Remember when tommy (I think) linked to a page with these pants which I coveted mightily? I can't afford them. For shame.

I think the distinction is that what's authentic local style need not be what an authentic local craves.

Yeah, that's how I read it. Unless there's a statue of me in front of city hall, what I like doesn't isn't likely to have a whole lot to do with what my hometown is famous for.

Laga is from Chicago. I wonder if pizza "norms" have changed? Or maybe it's a regional thing within the city?

There is also Chicago style thin crust. Laga and Kathy aren't wrong about that. But when people outside of Chicago talk about "Chicago Style" they are talking about the deep dish.

Hell knows I hate crab and yet here I've lived over a decade, crabcake central. Longertermers than me cringe in horror at that admission. Sorry, I spent my formative years never developing a taste for seafood. Now if you ask me about green chile, I can kick your ass six or a billion ways from sunday. No one does enchiladas, gorditas, green chile menudo, salsas, rellenos or green tamales righter than a southern NMican, damnit. Hell, no one does green chile righter, period.

Has anyone ever done voice lessons? I'm doing guitar lessons right now but I always find myself wanting to sing more than play the guitar. I guess I don't really know what I'm asking, just wondering if anyone has had any good experiences with voice lessons. Are they worth it to a total amateur who pretty much only sings in the shower or car.