Michael's has an animated lighted vulture? Oh, I could mess with that all year long. Wonder if there's a Michael's around here.

if I ask you to help bury the body and we're not married, you're not gonna be *less* likely to tell

I just want it to always be my choice, not yours. Would you take that choice away from someone you deemed friend?

ita, I'm with you on the weirdness of the marital privilege. I guess I can see some of the arguments but it's still kind of odd. The part about not being able to force a spouse to testify makes more sense to me than the spouse actually being prevented from it.

And it's also kind of unfair - I don't get to have a heart-to-heart with someone after my hit-and-run. At least not with someone I'm not paying.

Not at all! Certainly it's your choice whether or not you rat on me. Even if we're married. I just think this should be part of the pre-nup, or something.

Happy birthday, omnis!

Heh. I never thought before that 'fancy dress' might be a I am aware that Americans call them 'costume parties', though, and that this is a far more logical name.

Oh, and I've fallen in love with tiny cuteness. We just went to the pet shop to see if we feel like getting a new small animal. (We're only allowed a caged creature, on account of renting, and living in a tiny flat.) The Girl likes rats, but the rats in the shop just weren't doing anything for me. But there was a little girl dwarf hamster! Teeny tiny and so adorable! I'm not impulse-buying a pet, but if I still want her tomorrow, we're going back to get her.

We're probably going to call her Hamish. (Yes, we know.)

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I don't think it's legal to buy a little girl in a cage, Seska. No matter how cute.

I don't think it's legal to buy a little girl in a cage, Seska. No matter how cute.

Funny. :P

The part about not being able to force a spouse to testify makes more sense to me than the spouse actually being prevented from it.

I'm not saying it's not odd, but someone felt it was a natural thing to do because of the notion that husbands and wives were one under the law, so if you couldn't be forced to testify against yourself then your other half shouldn't be testifying either.

Did that make any sense? I'm being nibbled by ducks at the moment, and really wish I could actually crawl into the computer screen that is the b.org and hide from the various people to whom these ducks belong.

Fay, I definitely want to see your costume and it sounds like you're doing some really cool stuff with your classes. I tried to watch the impersonator, but had to turn it off. Bad dancing is very painful for me, which is why I watch SYTYCD auditions pretty much on fast forward.

I love this picture in particular of the infinitely adorable Ryan.

smonster, how's the trapped nerve today?

Slowly getting better but still prone to ouch if I forget and turn my head too quickly. Thanks for asking.

I can relate to fighting over seeing the world differently. The Girl and I have to work very hard on that one, especially when you factor in general communication difficulties. I hope that your discussion at least has some useful results in that area.

Things made more sense to me when I realized he had a prescriptivist view of culture vs my descriptivist view, but I tried to explain that to him and it was not making the sense.

He has a really (excuse me) FUCKING ANNOYING habit of interrupting me when I say something he perceives as untrue, which derails my thought pattern and cuts off things that he might actually agree with.

I'd like to have someone around to pat me clumsily and say, don't cry. I'd like feeling like someone gives a shit if I'm crying, even if it's over nothing.

I definitely appreciate the comforting, don't get me wrong. I think there's something about "Don't cry" specifically that hits a wee button, since I can't stop crying on command nor do I particularly want to. Maybe I could suggest that he say, "It's going to be okay" instead, or something.

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.

Ha! It's kind of like that. And sometimes it feels like we're as different as a vampire and a Slayer. I will cop to totally splashing in the guac last night in terms of privilege and passive aggressiveness. But even though he continually points out my sensitivity, he's definitely got some hair trigger issues of his own. Any time he perceives that he's being told what to think, watch out.

Anyway. He'd probably be horrified and somewhat pissed that I was airing our dirty laundry. And that's probably enough mememe for the moment.

Wait, no, one more thing. I want this day to be over so I can get a long overdue haircut and go home and veg.

Now I think I'm done. For a while. Thanks for listening.

Def putting the "bitching" in Bitches today.