Yeah, this [link] is pretty compelling. As is [link]

Ahhhh. Am home. Have beer. This is good.

The entire last week has been such a festival of fuckery at work that I finally, this afternoon, pulled my beloved former boss aside and asked him sotto voce to keep an ear to the ground and let me know if anything turns up in my old department. Not to help me out loud, not to step in or talk to anyone or try to fix anything, just to quietly listen and let me know if he hears anything.

Please. Please. I just want to pull in a regular, decent sized paycheck at a quiet desk in an office with minimal hair-trigger tempers and psychotic office politics and live-action Fandom_wank (my hand to God, in the last month alone we've had flounceoffs, lurkers supporting people in email, two Clueless Homophobia Bingo squares, a gigantic Logic Fail complete with quiet, pitying tut-tutting over those pointy-headed intellectuals who think they can impress us Regular Folks with their facts and their fancy four divided by two making two -- who are they fooling?, and, this afternoon, a pot actually taking time from its busy schedule to call up a kettle and earnestly inquire why it seemed a little black lately).

So tired. So very, very tired.

Although, from what you've told us and of course, the things he chooses for you, the Boy has very good taste.

At the SF2F thrifting expedition Tep picked up a couple of items that she said were just the Boy's style, and they were very nice indeed. He's definitely got an eye for the good stuff.

Yeah, this [link] is pretty compelling. As is [link]

Exactly: [link]

Although, from what you've told us and of course, the things he chooses for you, the Boy has very good taste.

At the SF2F thrifting expedition Tep picked up a couple of items that she said were just the Boy's style, and they were very nice indeed. He's definitely got an eye for the good stuff.

He tends towards slinky, streamlined stuff. And pencil-thin, skyscraper-tall high heels.

I'm definitely the butch in the relationship.

Aww. I love the upside down heads. [link]

Devi is curled up in a trashcan she knocked over. I guess it is a box?

Thunderstorm out there. At first I thought my neighbor was moving stuff around. Nope, it was just oddly muted thunder.

It was Oz discovering the treat tin and taking it down.

Missed a phonecall from crazy neighbor at old apartment. We exchanged cells back when I didn't know she was crazy, but we've never used them.

Now? Why now? She was so far out of my mind and life, why now?! So, to call back, or act like she accidentally dialed me, that is the question.

Back is a little better, but I couldn't bend far enough to get my sneakers on and tied, so I wore clogs, which just made my feet hurt and made me tired, and I'm sure did no good for my back.

If she actually has something to say to you, she'll call back.

Ditaboo is afraid of boxes. It makes getting packages exciting.

Nate is reading aloud to me from his Washington, D.C. guidebook that we expect to be using. The sense of wonder in his voice as he's discovering all these cool things we can do and what neat places there are to explore is pretty fun.