I could repeat my oft-repeated mantra "I'm obviously not from the same planet as the rest of you", but I'm sure it's boring by now.

Hey, I'm the one who should apologize-- it's unforgivably rude of me to assume that everyone will know my alma mater's initials.

But for the record, I'm a Florida State University alum, was in the Marching Chiefs band for five years back in the Dark Ages and to this day, root hard for them during the college football season.

It's not just you, Barb - all this Labor Day sports talk (co-workers, other online fora) totally confused me.

FSU reminded me of STFU for a few seconds, and then I couldn't get my brain away from other shouty things. Then "Miami" registered, and the big clangy bell went off (along with a mental facepalm).

I really am an alien. No. Really.

I do have some pecorino cheese that needs something done with it. Hmmm.

Sorry about that, not an Florida State University Alum, but born and bred fan. This is the opening football game, at 8 pm on a work night so no going to the home game.

The Miami game is a big in state rivalry but not THE rivalry. The big rival is University of Florida. I'm not a huge football fan, just love FSU.

I'm coming down with something.

I've felt like I have a low-grade cold for over 2 weeks now. All I want to do is sleep, and I'm slightly stuffed up/runny nose. It could be (1) fall allergies; (2) cat allergies kicking up after coming back from vacation (where I wasn't near a cat for 9 days); (3) a combination of 1 and 2; (4) a low-grade cold that won't quite get bad but also won't go away; (5) the plague; (6) alien living in my sinuses.

Not an alien! At all. Y'all start talking Gaming stuff and I get a little lost and feel boring because I don't game.

Y'all start talking Gaming stuff and I get a little lost and feel boring because I don't game.

Hell, I don't even consider that word a verb.

Hell, I don't even consider that word a verb.

I just verbed that word five minutes ago on the phone with my niece.

Our printer is also a scanner! Meet Arthur. He was about 4 years old (iirc) when I took this picture. The last time I saw him he was snow white. Note that he is hitched to a pallbearer's coach painted tan and brown and referred to as "the stagecoach".

Go Miami! It really doesn't matter to me, but the 'house' is cheering for Miami tonight. We all think we would rather go to FSU as students given the choice. But customers that are UM alumni have given us tickets for games for long enough that the cheering is a reflex. So, good game!

I have to go to Kinkos but I can't stop watching the Dance Your Ass Off marathon on Oxygen. I'm annoyed they're using weight as a measure of health but I love this show so much and yesterday I didn't even know it existed.

things I love: That host Marissa Jaret Winokur knows just how easy it is to dance your ass off, having struggled to keep her weight up while playing Tracy Turnblad on Broadway.

That they seem to keep the judges stored in a giant disco ball when not in use.

That it's getting harder to tell who is the contestant and who is the professional dancer.

OK I've set my DVR. Off to the copy shop.