Aryan--Arianne: it's pretty if it's spelled right.

Yeah, see if they'd gone with Arianne Nashun there wouldn't have been a problem. But I guess they wanted a problem.

Hmmm, Adele Phietler?

On the other hand, can you imagine how those kids are going to rebel against their parents? Guess Who's Coming to Dinner will have nothing on that family....

On the other hand, can you imagine how those kids are going to rebel against their parents?

When Adolf starts to rebel, he'll change his name to Winston Roosevelt.

eta: Or Stalingrad Bunker.

It's possible that I should do something today other than watching clips of Top Gear on YouTube.

I'm still giggling over last week's BBCA broadcast of their police car challenge, especially James May's use of paint gun nozzles to obscure the baddies' windshield, which actually worked...until BadGuy!Stig turned on the wipers.

Can I just say that I really hate my eye insurance division of BCBS? The idiots that work there insist on telling my doctor that I only get a percentage off of the exam cost when I know damn well I only have a copay of $20. They did this last year, and sure enough, this year as well. Luckily, the receptionist found someone who knew the correct info and then proceeded to tell her to make sure her co-workers are equally well-informed.

Also, they told her that I had to wait until 12/18 to be past the year wait in between appointments, but my last checkup was on 12/15/07, which means that their "year" is actually 368 days. WTF?

Juliana, I'm sorry for your loss. Peace and comfort to you and your family.

I boggle at people, really. Pretty continually. Some boggles are nice, some are mean. And some are just dumb. Or dumb and mean. Can we have another designation for the dumb and mean besides "people"? Maybe they're just "pll", not full-fledged people, like with morals and self-respect and ethics and shit.

I'm just going to sit over there in the corner and mutter irritably. Don't mind me.

For those of us who are or who are married to people who are on disability, I say a mild "hey."

No offense to people on disability, just a silly pun flavored by a little commentary on right-wing self-reliance types who live off of the public's largesse.

Also, they told her that I had to wait until 12/18 to be past the year wait in between appointments, but my last checkup was on 12/15/07, which means that their "year" is actually 368 days. WTF?

Their world orbits slower than our world.

WIth the cold thing, I try to go by how I feel and how many layers to wear, rather than looking at the actual temp. There were times I'd get bone chilling cold in Alameda when it was in the 50's and yet here, I'm bouncing around in the 30's and lower without being bundled up.

I don't understand parents who push their own agenda so much when naming their kids. It is like there are planning on having their kids hate them.

I was in this wintry wonderland yesterday morning in Joshua Tree National Park.

Wow, SNOW!!! (hey, I'm in Israel. Give me an-exclamation-break).

For those of us who are or who are married to people who are on disability, I say a mild "hey."

This reminds me.

Am I a horrible, horrible person, for staring at the hooks on the replacement-arms of the guy who's got no hands in uni (I don't study with him, but I see him from time to time), and go "wow!"? Because deep down, I think it's very cool, but I hate the idea of staring at his replacement-arms with shiny hooks and wondering how they work and maybe embarrass him by doing that.

Also, today in uni: my Greek history prof. brings the "what if Persia would have won over Greece?" question. My first thought: "there would be no Hanukkah! Bastards!".

And last week in uni: my Europe-in-the-early-modern-area prof. told us about the times when he studied theology in Norway and he and his classmates took a train to Sweden to see Life of Brian when the movie came out. My friends though I was nuts when I said I would have paid to hear their remarks while watching.

SF cold weather definitely feels "colder" than other places I've been. I think it's the dampness - the cold gets in deeper somehow.

That and many of the houses / apartment buildings aren't really insulated or heated efficiently at all. Our place had electric heater units in the front room and in the back bedroom (of a 4 bedroom railroad flat) and no storm windows. That first winter I was there we all piled into the one heated bedroom to sleep.