whiny when I am three other dwarfs: Grumpy, Sleepy, and Dopey.

OK, I just wanted to say that I'm a linear combination of dwarfs. With different weights attached to each dwarf differing according to the different hours of the day and night, amounts of chocolate, hours of sleep, people in the room demanding my attention, and things I just-remembered-I-should-have-done-but-didn't.

Then I wanted to draw the figure representing that. And find the proper references. Sigh.

Mac chose to cash in his reading bucks today (he gets one for each book he reads this summer) and come to the giant B&N to look for a new book. So far it seems he is only looking at things he cannot read or that are actvity rather than reading books. I have been asked to "please go away" so I've grabbed a latte and am hanging out in the children's reading area. I am the creepy adult without child here.

I am the creepy adult without child here.

t Tries to imagine msbelle as creepy

t Fails

t Considers whining about that as well

t Spares y'all

::Is gleeful that Nilly not only uses y'all correctly, but spells it right!::

Hi Nilly. I'm glad your workaround did, in fact, work. And it's good to be in the same thread at the same time you are. Long time no see, roomie!

Computers sense fear and stress, and react accordingly to make your life worse.

I want to dream about Orson Wells. I did dream about ita has night. We were comparing graphics software.

Actually, Bayistas, I need a rec for a pedi.

There's a fun place we went to during the SF2F, but of course I can't remember the name. Plus, it might not be convenient to where you're staying, and SF is a big city, so I'm sure there are plenty of places.

In conclusion, this was a highly unhelpful post.

In conclusion, this was a highly unhelpful post.

But highly amusing.

And actually, on a whole different SF trip -- maybe the Halloween Of Debauchery? -- we went to a totally different pedi place with Deb.

What? No, of course I don't remember the name of that one, either. I guess I'm just posting to affirm that there ARE good pedi places in SF, if only you can get the name of one that's hotel-convenient.

My birthday celebration (The Main Event, since it looks like it'll last over a month and a half. But that's mostly because I'm insisting to include some shows I'm going to as mini celebrations) will probably have to take place two weeks after the calendaric date (however, it turned out to be the Hebrew date!). I just had a wave of "sorry, can't come", and more importantly, "sorry, it's the memorial day for a far-mutual-friend" emails, so it'll move. sigh

On the bright side, again, there will be a lot of mini celebrations. And I just got a free ticket to Morrissey this Tuesday, with New York Dolls (or what's left of it) as an opening. The tickets are expensive, I didn't even think about going there.

t Waves to Beverly

I love it that you call me "roomie"! Yay. It's good to post with y'all (See? Second time! Third time - ice cream), even if it's because that's the only thing that manages to keep me working into the night without starting to make faces to my computer (and, um, seeing it make faces back at me).

Computers sense fear and stress, and react accordingly to make your life worse.

They also smell deadlines.

In conclusion, this was a highly unhelpful post.

But it reminded me of that lovely Friday morning I spent at SF, with several of you who were also there attending some place like that, with those strange exotic names for the colors. Everybody seemed so relaxed and happy.

So, not so much an unhelpful post. Sorry.