We are having Come as you Caption day at work today. Folks dress as a character from one of the shows we do, the more outrageous, the better. I did not dress up, but instead am a "witness" from iLaw & Order. I have a taped body outline in the doorway of my office and am telling anyone who comes by about the crime.

That is fantastic!

Someone came as the miniseries "The Storm" with lightning bolts and a large satellite dish. One female is all dolled up as a contestant on RuPaul's Drag race and another is a butched up as an Ice Road trucker. A guy is a home repair guy for Hometime and our own Alibelle is Whitney Port.

Why does he want to kill her -- does he not like the postage meter?

My theory is that he was trying to steal postage and she stopped him. I still don't understand why that would make me buy a postage meter/

They are the same people who use the millimeter thin toilet seat cover thinking it's going to prevent something "yucky" from getting on them.

My pet peeve is when those people leave seat covers on the toilet and they're wet and I have to peel them off. Through long practice, I can use a public restroom and have my butt have the only direct contact with surfaces. Not so if I have to dislodge that damned used seat cover.

Also, why do toilet stalls open in? Could there be anything less convenient?

Beninati admitted he knew "fire was dangerous and caused burns" before he walked into one.

Somehow, while he might understand each individual word, I don't think he understands all the words when they're strung into a sentence.

The whole "Won't anyone think about the WIMMIN" argument against gay sex ignites the rant-bomb that forms the core of my being.

I'll be sure to tell my mom - the lesbian - that my being gay means she'll have fewer men to date.

Please ignore the explody noise coming from the Puget Sound area; there's no cause to wonder if it was my head kerploding.

We are off in about an hour to go to Catalina, so I'm packing up the computer now, but I wanted to say happy birthday to Frank and congrats to Dr Nilly!

Could there be anything less convenient?

They're very convenient for getting in when you really have to go. Getting out is a chore, for sure.

They're very convenient for getting in when you really have to go.

Not when you're getting in with your carry-on luggage at the airport.

I'll be sure to tell my mom - the lesbian - that my being gay means she'll have fewer men to date.

Yup. *My* gay marriage will mean fewer women on the 'market'. About which this particular bi girl is delighted.

Not when you're getting in with your carry-on luggage at the airport.

Oh, very true!