Oh, damn, darling. You and Emmett both.

Happy birthday, Erika!

Poor Emmett, poor Hec.

Anybody bored today? Please go click around my DH's cool blog [link] and read his reviews and stuff [link]

He gets paid per page hit and readership is down (no wonder, since who wants to drive SUVs with gas prices so high?). So any visit helps muchly.

This is odd. There are two divorced men I work with, and they always refer to their ex-wifes as "my wife." I don't think they think they're going to reconcile, and maybe it's just a reflection of them not wanting to be divorced, but it's disconcerting. I keep wanting to say, "But I thought you were divorced."

Please go click around my DH's cool blog [link] and read his reviews and stuff [link]

I clicked around! I even clicked on assorted ads, affiliate and sponsored links.

Emmett's home, on Advil, in a hot tub.

Is this another piece on Goth fashion - or the one that's been on the NYT website for a while?

sumi, it's another piece on Goth fashion. Between the FIT exhibit and the "return to Goth" that is supposedly a fall fashion trend, we spooky types are currently media darlings.

Bless you, Hec!

I have his blog bookmarked and I try to remember to click around in there at some point during the day.

half-assed meara, about the only kind i do these days...

Then he reminded me about all the times I've handed over keys to buffistas without being clear on RL names.

::waves to smonster::

Hee! ::waves back::

I'm wondering if there's something I could do this year that might appeal specifically to the, er, "alternative" kids. That is, both the goth kids and the not-quite-goth-but-similarly-disengaged (from mainstream high school culture, anyway).

Emily, there are some books out there that might be helpful, like Sew Subversive and Generation T. Everyone's got T-shirts to mod, and a trip to a thrift store would provide cheapos for those who don't. Many of the Generation T mods are low- or no-sew.

Of course, I'm also a descriptivist rebel who merrily splits infinitives and ends sentences with prepositions and spits in the face of the Latinate rules shoved willy-nilly onto a Germanic language by stick in the mud twerps with some sort of mental hard-on for a dead tongue.

God, Plei, that's one of the sexiest things I've ever read.

Other than that, I don't have much. Woirk, feh. Waiting for 5 so I can go hear some music and socialize. First time KBD gets to meet any of my friends, should be interesting.

Taking a long nap was not on the to do list for today, but my body somehow made it a priority. Too much left to do and no time to do it.