But he really doesn't get it and frequently ends up patting me clumsily and saying "Don't cry."

Now I totally see the two of you as Spike and Buffy on Buffy's back porch and Spike reaching out awkwardly to clump, clump, clump on your shoulder, both of you wearing expressions of utter bafflement.

Earwax: Mine is really, really minimal, but it didn't seem to help my single status any for many, many years, and I'm fairly sure it was not a major factor in Hec asking me to marry him.

Happy birthday, omnis! I wish you both guilt-free killing ability and a birthday totally free of people annoying enough to need killing.

And continuing hugs and best outcome and wisdom~ma to Shir, and yay for getting to stay with the awesome relative. Who, wow. I read your first post about her and was loving on her awesomeness, but somehow missed that you and she are related. Extra goodness!

ION, bleah. I am sick enough to need to stay home (wet, rattly, productive cough that is scaring the shit out of everyone in my division) but, other than the cough, I don't feel sick. I want to be out doing stuff and being productive (and maybe seeing Scola at lunch) but I'm probably leaking all sorts of germs and should stay put, alone, no matter how I feel. I'd really rather be genuinely crapped-out and spend the day sleeping than feeling caged and restless and coughing up a lung but otherwise pretty fine.

Thanks, Seska, but I feel better.

I'm finally coming to terms that there's absolutely nothing I can do about it that won't make the situation worse. So I really shouldn't take it so hard.

Have I mentioned how much I adore Shir?

::despite the staring at Delurking, now snuggles Zenkitty::

And thank you for the answer! I was sure it's one word, for some reason.

JZ, feel better~ma.

I think it's a universal truism that we adore Shir. Just because of her complete fabulousness.

I'm sorry, smonster.

Cutiehead baby + turtles = win!

So I started running yesterday, for the first time in a year. It went about as well as I expected (walk, run, walk, run, walk walk, run, walk walk walk, run . . . ). This morning I'm all stiff and a bit sore, also as I expected. But expectations and feeling it are two different things. I have a dim memory of running becoming enjoyable after a while. It's been over a year since I ran regularly, though, so dim = 1 LED bulb in the back of a storage closet that I never visit. It does get fun again, right? Right?

No, that's why you had kids, JZ. fancy dress=costumes/masquerade, right? because when I came across it as a kid I just pictured really dressed-up folk till Hyacinth Bucket. And I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm. Could be worse, but it's Keith Olbermann's fault.

I still have "Sixty Minute Man" as an earworm.

I unreservedly ADORE that song. Billy Ward and the Dominoes.

Yeah, I can live with Bitches tellin' me they love me.

And just wait until you'll see me in person, 'babies.

::Snuggles the entire thread, declaring this HAS to be good day at Bitches::

fancy dress=costumes/masquerade, right? because when I came across it as a kid I just pictured really dressed-up folk till Hyacinth Bucket.

Me, too. As do, apparently, just about all USians. I spent my junior year of college at the University of East Anglia in Norwich, and the first social event I went to was a fancy dress party for...I can't even remember what group (knowing me, it was either a literature geeks party or something churchy). All the visiting students from the US came all gussied up in our dressiest dresses or nattiest sportjackets and ties, and stood around utterly baffled at being surrounded by kangaroos and aliens and Ladies of the Lake. None of the USians until that very instant had had any inkling that "fancy" meant "fanciful" and not "swank."

It was a very mutually amused and baffled and WTFy party, but still kinda fun; still, I didn't go to any fancy dress parties after that one.

I would, once I knew and figured out "What are you supposed to be?" wasn't some existential thing. Yeah, Tep, much better than commercial jingles, but SMM has even more staying power than he knew, apparently. I'm cool with it though.

None of the USians until that very instant had had any inkling that "fancy" meant "fanciful" and not "swank."

This is why everyone should adopt my philosophy of reading many mysteries set in a country before you go there.

I want to see the wolves in the walls costume. Badly.

I'm wondering whether there's anyone who has kept track of when the Christmas decorations have gone on sale each year. I think the first week in October is the earliest I've seen them. The stores are all Halloween decorations next to Christmas decorations, making me consider a Nightmare Before Christmas approach to outdoor decorating. I was rather taken with the animated lighted vulture at Michael's. I think arranging bits of one of the plastic human skeletons around it would be a nice touch. For Christmas, I could stick a Santa hat in its mouth.