Blah, I dithered too long and the Amanda Palmer show this weekend is sold out. Maybe I'll try Craigslist.

Keep an eye on her Twitter, too. She frequently runs ticket give-aways.

Aims, I think J's husband is being ridiculous, but the thing that I must comment on?

New Moon. I will see it a couple of times, I am that mother.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. Should we stage an intervention?

(Okay, I was going to go see New Moon on Sunday with some friends, but schedules changed and I'm having dinner with my parents instead. But my friends are going to one of those theatres where they serve food and alcohol; I wouldn't have had to smuggle a flask in.)

If my husband did that, I'd freak. But maybe she was just bitching and hubs took "Handyman" a bit too literally? Still awkward. I spent two hours writing today. Unfortunately, it was a long analysis of sexy guys left out of Salon's Sexiest Man Living column. I am a pathetic, horny loser. Dang, I forgot Mike Rowe... cultural analysis is hard, people.

What Vortex et. al. said.

Hee. "twatwaffle"

Fay, I love you. And I love that. It's my word of the day!

I am going to organize my desk area today, I am, I swear.

Did I mention I got a subbing gig? Dontcha all Buffista teachers wish you had a sub like me? Dontcha wish your sub was COOL like me? Dontcha wish your sub was SMART like me? Dontcha?

(Ok, stab me in the face now, cause I would!)

Also, blogging is (a) addictive and (b) surprisingly helpful in some areas of my life. It's all about organizing my thoughts and obsessions. Even though there's really no feedback, I know people are reading it, even if they're not responding and that's so different than a journal. I'm still keeping a paper journal, but that's mostly for the really dark stuff that needs to be out of my brain, but that I (a) need to stew over for a while or (b) never NEVER needs to be read by anyone. Except after I'm dead.

New Moon. I will see it a couple of times, I am that mother.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. Should we stage an intervention?

Well, now that I'm seeing with J and N on the same night, I'll only see it the once.

My mother would, Erin. She's an aide in a class where the teacher just wants to take up space...my mother hates laziness. Mom's kinda tripping on this. And Mom has to stay in the hippie closet...she has the one Palin-loving ELL teacher on the whole planet and her horny loser daughter writes on Kos. I said "Mom, I think this is what 'closeted' is. Kinda. It really does suck." Because you might think "Well, okay, don't talk politics," Except okay, why is our TV not free to watch"X" show at 8 ET? Olbermann, the human lightning rod, that's why. People who don't know anything about the media will even know him as a lefty SOB, right? Like O'Reilly's "Say the Secret word..." You never know what might cause that closet door to start swinging open, is my point.

Aims, adding to the @@. You are admirable, I would not have been polite.

I sense we are going to be taking opposite views on the awesomeness or otherwise of sociology for a long, long time.

I don't think so, Seska. I think I just didn't wrote it very clearly.

I love sociology (and anthropology), very very much, and feel like it has a lot to contribute to the understanding of human beings.

With that being said, I dislike sociologists' inferiority complex about their position in the field of social sciences. If you're doing something and feeling the need the apologize for it everyday, something's wrong.

Which relating to.

I had a very unpleasant surprise from one of my dearest friends. She has every right to feel so, but it was still surprising, to me. We tried to schedule a dinner/lunch in Jerusalem for 2-3 weeks now, but we're both on hectic schedules. Then we said we'll see how the weekend will work. I gave her a call about an hour ago, asking about tomorrow's afternoon. She happily agreed, but when I told her it'll be Sabbath and there won't be public transportation, and asked her if she won't mind to drive another 10 minutes and pick me up, she recoiled and changed her mind.

I know it's not because of me, but the place I live in. I know she has every right to feel this way about driving the extra 10 minutes here. But there's a chance I won't be seeing her tomorrow (unless I'll be able to convince my dad to pick me up), and God knows when, because I have to live here for the time being.

And that sucks, and hurts.

I think erika nailed it with this:

But maybe she was just bitching and hubs took "Handyman" a bit too literally?

It's weird that he called you. What did she say when you suddenly called and asked her to go tonight?

What did she say when you suddenly called and asked her to go tonight?

Well, I texted her and said "Take a nap and be at the Q16 at 11:00 tonight or Taylor Laurent gets it. Your ticket has already been purchased." She texted back "LOL".

Then Hubs emailed me saying, "Thanks. I really appreciate it. She called and asked me if I talked to you I said no."

He for sure takes the "Handyman" thing too far, but I can't get too rude because it does come out of a place of love. However, he will be coming over on Saturday to lift heavy furniture and put it where I tell him.

I can't get too rude because it does come out of a place of love

But he lied to her!

I know I'm way too simplistic about these things, but it's such a patronising move.