lisah, I'll look. Facebook is all weird and foreign to me, and I pretty much only go there to confirm friends requests and maybe send somebody a virtual corset or fluffy petticoat.

Evidently you lived with someone in college who was a junior hhigh/high school friend of my brother's who I had a crush on and went on a date with to see This is Spinal Tap ! I haven't seen him in oh, about, 25 years or more and he just friended me the other day. I noticed under Mutual Friends that he was already friends with another old friend of my brothers, which made sense, and YOU!

Flanagan is fairly notorious for completely retrograde women's-lifestyle-ish essays -- girls who put out are just whores, we all really secretly want to be housewives, no mother should ever work (even though I have full-time nannies and household staff), that sort of thing -- but seems to think that the fact that it's in the New Yorker or the Atlantic makes it witty and daring and speaking-truth-to-power in a way it wouldn't be coming from camp fundie.

This is a pretty decent (and recent) rundown of the more outrageous: [link] but a good googling will turn up a fair bit of both eyerolling and teeth-gnashing.

Oh, yeah, him! One of my good friends started dating him right at the end of her freshman year/his sophomore year, and they thrashed their way through a bunch of complicated growing up and sorting themselves and each other out. When they started dating he was scary-smart and a fantastic underachiever, and by graduation he was a scary-smart overachiever being wooed by graduate psych departments all over the country. And now they're married, with three boys.

And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!

I got to play RockBand over Thanksgiving. I was starting to get pretty good at the drums!

grins at d. come ovah. Soonish.

And he was your Spinal Tap date! So cute!

I KNOW! And he and my brother used to play D & D together.

Crazy how small the world is sometimes! for real.

I am powerless over my need to be a wiseass in Salon Letters.

(googles for Kundera quotation...)

If you meet a madman who says that he is a fish and that we are all fishes, do you take off your clothes to show him that you do not have fins?

Sox, insent to profile addy. Have a question for you.

backflung Nicole! more to come too.

Well, I have to say, proper lifting procedures mean the world. I appear to have no lingering soreness. I was stiff and feeling weird last night, but that may well have been due to dehydration. Usually I drink 20oz of filtered water that I bring from home, then refill it out of their tap (adding a single packet of Crystal Lite and some potassium) plus whatever beverage at supper. Due to all the excitement, plus some outings that happened earlier in the shift, I got home with about a third of the original water still in the bottle.

I am very bad. Having grilled cheese and french fries for lunch.