(Do Lindbergh baby jokes even WORK anymore? I feel like Grandpa Simpson.)

I don't want to live in a universe where they aren't. But pulling one randomly, especially in my country, is similar to me pulling the unsuspected serial comma question poll.

They just never get me, those poor people.

Speaking of my country: with the whole "moving to a settlement" thing, I keep dreaming I wish I could live where stuff were pretty normal (or more normal), and then thinking that after Israel, I might never survive living in a "normal" place.

It'll just be weird.

ION, why does my mom insist on keeping talking with me when I'm moody and trying to stay away from people so I won't say stupid things and hurt them accidently?

Oh, and a HELL FREAKING YAY for PC Barry!

You should hear me explaining how previously-dead Jason Todd came back to life because Superboy-Prime PUNCHED A HOLE IN REALITY. It's practically guaranteed mackage.

Punched a hole in reality is the BEST THING EVER.

Punched a hole in reality is the BEST THING EVER.

I thought handwave-y handwave-y hypertime hypertime was the BEST THING EVER for DC continuity.

It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.

Hell on the wrists, though.

ION, why does my mom insist on keeping talking with me when I'm moody and trying to stay away from people so I won't say stupid things and hurt them accidently?

I have this issue with my boyfriend. When I'm hella cranky I don't really want to chit chat about whatever procedural marathon he's watching. Need a t-shirt for those days that says "Caution: Sharp Edges."

Fay, I am ... agog at your mother's emails.

My mother Doesn't Email. To the point that the one time I did get an email from her, I called home to check that it wasn't spam. Nope, just a stupid forward.

I am fine with her non-emailitude. My father emails, but it's usually actually content and would NEVER be anything that could remotely be construed as porn. Unless you count his Christmas list, which may include Kayak Gear Porn.

Can I become a Fan of PC Barry on Facebook? B/c I totally would.

I did essay. Now I go back to dissertation. Something's giving me crazy amounts of energy today. Maybe it's PC Barry.

Seska, what you need is for this guy [link] to talk to the idiot.

You see, you really shouldn't link me to things like that. Before you know what's happened, I'm asking The Girl for a bike like that for my birthday. And she's rolling her eyes at me for a year. And then buying it for me. (This has happened with mobility aids, electric pianos and the flat I wanted to rent. It could happen with motorbikes.)

Michael Scott, who is more of a schlemiel than David Brent, but just as adamantly convinced he is *hilarious* as Brent has an accident with a grill in his bed(!) and burns his foot. Which he thinks gives him a "whole new perspective" and is easily one of the funniest things I have EVER seen.

I've never been able to get into the US version of The Office, but that sounds too fantastic for words. I have to go find.

*wanders off to YouTube, whistling cheerily...*

It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.

I'm going to ask PC Barry to do that for me.

It's really amazing how many of life's little problems can be solved just by PUNCHING A HOLE IN REALITY.

Hell on the wrists, though.

Not if you're a Kryptonian.

Me too, especially if he calls me "luv," after. So freaking cute. And I usually loathe pet names Although I did read a book about the music business called "Sweetie, baby, cookie, honey," once. About what you'd expect. Agents sometimes lie. Songwriters sometimes take drugs. Lana Lang's parents are still dead.

hola, Bitches! I've given up on trying to catch up with EVERYTHING so I'm just skipping from, um, October 2.

Why?

October 3 (Saturday) I woke up with the WORST stomach pain. Stayed in bed all day and the pain seemed to move lower in the abdomen. Sunday morning it hadn't improved, so I took myself off to the ER. There they did a CAT scan and told me I had appendicitis. Had it removed Sunday evening. So ... I've been Buffista-less.

What's new with you?