I made a bunch of crabcakes a couple of months ago and stuck them in the freezer. I'll have to dig a couple of them out.

Yum!!! Now i want crabcakes for lunch. hmmmmmmmm

(I could order two live lobsters, but the idea of cooking them myself is distressing.)

This is understandable. They should do a gift cert for two live lobsters and a chef/cabana boy.

I would like today to be over. Nothing bad, I'm just ready to leave.

Someone at work said "I have a Phd in horribleness" and I to get all up in their face.

A web comic about Jesus as a teenager: Jesus - the Awkward Years

Artwork is in the style of Archie comics. Blasphemous, of course.

eta: From what I've read, it's the talking animals that are blasphemous. (Is it blasphemous for Teenage Jesus to have a crush on Mary Magdalene?)

Someone at work said "I have a Phd in horribleness" and I to get all up in their face.

msbelle is in fact Dr. Horrible!

Now I want crab and it's all lisah's fault! Must remember to thank her.

I saw a summer intern here with a shirt that said "POLY PRIDE" which made me double-take, but then saw the fine print that said "Polytechnic". Not quite the Poly that I first thought.

that is HI-larious.

I need to pack up my office for the big move. We are finally getting our own offices, which is a big yay!, but it means I have to finally face my failure to organize my papers for the last 9 years.

Now I want crab and it's all lisah's fault!

SORRY! (not really)

now I'm eating chicken tamale and verrrrry delicious fish taco from the fresh tortilla place. Loving my work neighborhood!

I just bought a crapload of spices from the GCT Penzeys to take up to Canada. (Since most of the spices currently in the cabin are older than me and it's always the one thing that keeps me from really cooking while I'm up there.)

We're leaving bright and early (6 am!) Sunday morning. I can't wait!!

I don't get what's funny/wrong with either college shirt. Why r I dum?

Laura, dude, I am not Dr. Horrible. I am The Nicest - it's a totally different kind of super villian.

The man took a giant Fresnel lens to the beach.

I cannot see that word without thinking of Paul Gross sobbing, "And I am going to do my goddamn level best to see that you get those Fresnels!" And now all I want to do is run home and watch Slings & Arrows S2 all over again.

ION, my officemate is SO YOUNG. Like, seriously, SO YOUNG. In ways that are excruciatingly irritating to me. She's personally nice enough, but I'm starting to go slightly bugfuck over the small asides like how she of course always keeps a stash of top-drawer alcohol in her apartment so she can mix nice drinks for friends when they come over, but she's kind of worried about having no savings to live on because Social Security is in horrible crisis and won't exist in about 10 years.

And she just got off the phone snarling, "Do your fucking job, or find something else to do!" because she was expecting a computer to be delivered by DHL today; however, there's a 5-day AFSCME strike going on right now (my union, especially on this campus where we're supporting a lot of the sickest patients in the region, has permission to cross this picket line because our reps are supporting their strike through other channels, or I wouldn't have come in to work all week), and the DHL guy won't cross the picket line. He called her from the sidewalk outside to say that he knew she was waiting for this computer, and he wouldn't cross the line but he'd be happy to wait outside and hand it to her. But she can't possibly do that; she's wearing heels! And if he doesn't want to cross picket lines, he shouldn't be a fucking deliveryman! Or something.

And so on, times a billion. Lots of little thoughtless thoughts that feel like they're coming out of unexamined assumptions about her own invulnerability and self-sufficiency and the general good intent and honesty of people in authority.

She's really very nice, but she's making my head hurt.