Work rush is making my shoulders incredibly tense. I wish our deadline would go away, but...yeah, no. It's only a matter of how much cleanup we'll have to do on the other side.

This post is taking me over half an hour, what with the interruption of nasty work things I have to do, with a phone ringing off the hook (my personal best of the afternoon is two lines going on the land line, and one on the blackberry and an incoming email ticker like a disco strobe light.

But if I only do that I'll stroke out.

Just not Dan Patrick. Keith would be sad if his bff's head burst. Weekend: Dem event Saturday. Sunday:videos grey & foggy sounds nice to me, JZ. But I'm held hostage by The Orb.

I just spent half an hour on the phone with an author friend from one of my writing email loops, asking her advice on an area where she clearly has more expertise than I do. At the end she asked me where I was located. I said Seattle, and she said she would've sworn I had a Southern accent. I told her I grew up in Alabama, but I'm feeling suddenly self-conscious about my speech. It's been awhile since anyone has said I sounded Southern unless I was deliberately putting it on. (Not that sounding Southern is a bad thing, you understand. I'm just suddenly listening to myself talk, you know?)

It's Friday, right? I can go home soon.

Mmm. Home.

In an effort to distract myself, I'm obsessing over Hall and Oates again. Poor SA is getting the brunt via IM.

Man, that fandom would have been HUGE if the Internets had existed 30+ years ago. Woulda made Popslash and Bandom into small potatoes.

That sounds horrible, ita.

Hopefully it will be over soon.

It is crazy quiet here today which only makes me worried that someone will have some fire drill that I have to perform at 6 pm on a Friday.

You have a faint Southern accent, Susan. Not a strong one, just a flavor, like my in-laws do.

((tamara and aunt))

Happy birthday, JZ!

I hope the moisture in the fog washes away some of the particulates in the air. At 8 PM last night, there was so much smoke in the air, I could look directly at the sun, and it was the color of a watermelon Jolly Rancher. It didn't bother me until last night and now it's really bugging: eyes, throat, blech.

Weekend: Think I'll leave early and go see Wall-E.

Tomorrow: Suzi farewell, then I'll go to work afterward nd finish up what I'm not doing now.

Sunday: who knows. House and sister stufff probably.

Heh. Baseball Tonight even opened a recent show with "What do you mean we only talk about the Yankees and the Red Sox?" as their intro to talking about an A's game. There are many instances where half an episode will be about Papi's wrist and A-Rod's quad.

To be fair, they do talk about the Mets fairly often. @@

Oh well, Baseball Tonight was never as cool as Sportscenter in it's Keith Olbermann/Dan Patrick heydey. Which is unfortunate because you could have a really cool and interesting nightly baseball show with the right collection of smartasses.

You have a faint Southern accent, Susan. Not a strong one, just a flavor, like my in-laws do.

I guess my friend has a good ear, then!

People who grew up around here can generally tell I didn't, but they rarely can guess where. Lately several people have told me I sound Midwestern, which I've never been.

I am so sorry Tamara, and sending ~ma you family's way.

Plei, just by saying "hall & Oates", you have earwormed me with "Leave me alone, I'm a family man..."

I think Duran Duran would have been really big in RPS fandom too-- I was thinking about it the other day.