Oh, java, that sucks donkey balls. Wish I could wave my wand and have little brooms and buckets come along and fix it for you. (Sorry, listening to Sorcerer's Apprentice this morning.)

Oh, Java. I am so sorry. I wished I lived closer and could do something for you (bring you soup, or possibly whiskey).

Java, I wish I lived closer and could help you make links.

The dog wishes I would stop watching the Sunday political shows. Right now I'm yelling at Lindsey Graham and the dog keeps jumping up and looking for the enemy.

{{{{Java}}}} Sorry I don't live close enough to help in some way. I'll add to the chocolate and booze coming through the interpipes at your command.

{{{{Java}}}} Sorry I don't live close enough to help in some way. I'll add to the chocolate and booze coming through the interpipes at your command.

It smells like pickled peppers in here! (Tom is putting some peppers up)

I am just not feeling this case study paper AT ALL.

{{Javachik!!}} I'm so sorry hon - I know what it's like to feel like a nightmare project is finally over and then have that taken away.

I'm working today too, due to a series of unforeseen setbacks during the week (fire, computer crashes, etc). I'm getting so much done without anyone else here to interupt me that a tiny part of my brain wants to request a permanent change in my schedule to work Sundays instead of Fridays (or Mondays).

Our office is bursting at the seams and tentatively scheduled to move locations next summer. I've already told my supervisor that the one thing I want more than anything else in the world is a production suite with a door. That I can shut. And lock. And hang a "DO NOT DISTURB IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE ANOTHER TAPE COME OUT OF HERE AGAIN" sign on.

Oh Java, what a drag. May the 2000 links go more quickly than you can imagine and STAY DONE. ::shifty threatening eyes on your behalf::

Best jar advice I ever got: Put one wide rubber band around the edge of the lid, and one on the body of the jar. Lightly tap lid on the counter, then twist from the rubber bands.

Works for me every time. The added traction provided by the bands makes all the difference in the world.

For super stuck lids, run very hot water over the lid edges to melt whatever is gooping it up.

In me news. I feel a little lame. My block is having their annual block party today right outside my kitchen window. I'm hiding. I was originally supposed to be doing a workshop today but ended up canceling my piece when it looked like they would only have 5 participants. (I didn't want to ask the non-profit to pay me. I think they were relieved.)

The participants of the block party are all nice enough people but one is a reactionary Repub who can't help but make innapropriate comments. Another is a lonely guy who, despite every discreet hint, thinks I'm his one and only, and the hosts are beef lobbyists...so there is little I can eat anyway.

Most of the time, I end up being the entertainment...telling stories to fill the awkward silences. I'm not feeling it.

Does that make me Scroogella?

Meh. Planned to clean here for about an hour, for house is dirty, but roommate came in 20 minutes after I started. I'm delaying it for tomorrow, so (kitchen and living room). I just like to clean the house when I'm alone. Not that I'm cleaning it naked or anything, but I don't like the looks and the moving people from one room to another.

So, back to work.

When I was nannying in NYC (late 80s), the couple I worked for had a cleaning woman who DID clean naked. The first time I was there with the baby and she showed up and started stripping down, I almost fell over. She compromised by staying in her panties and camisole.

Fortunately, she was a cute little size 4 thing.