Steph, I hope it's a false alarm and you feel better soon.

Thanks, flea, me too.

Grandpa is sorting mail. We just had our first argument of the visit over the n word. And my sis was tapping my foot to get me to shut up but damn, I gotta draw the line somewhere. ION, it is mind-boggling the variety and kook level of the mail he gets. Japanese nutrition supplements, solicitations from a dozen charities I've never even heard of, right wing crap... It goes on and on.

I had some leftovers, and so far all seems well.

SO FAR.

For David: [link].

::eagerly awaits for Hec's thumbs up / thumbs down::

::pauses dramatically...extends arm with thumb sideways, and........THUMBS UP!::

My stockpot is boiling away merrily. Mmmmmm, turkylicious.

We're having family movie night. We started off with Australia, but we all agreed that it was not sufficiently festive, and so we switched to Love Actually.

We're having family movie night. We started off with Australia, but we all agreed that it was not sufficiently festive, and so we switched to Love Actually.

That's fair. I think one really needs to be Australian to feel the holiday spirit from watching Jack Thompson get trampled to death and Bryan Brown eaten by a crocodile.

Here's an idiom for you: Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty." By which I think he was referring to the fact that my brother looked tired and weak, since he'd been traveling all day. B/c runts get the hind titty, doncha know.

Funeral tomorrow. My brother is apparently a pallbearer. I had a tiny moment of feminist ire over that, but let it pass. Not about me.

Quiet in here tonight.

Grandpa looked at my brother and said, "You look like you been suckin' the hind titty."

Ooh! Good one.

::files away for writerly use later::

That's better than "you look like you been rode hard and put away wet" - which has been exhausted.

GI Joe paradies [link]

They aren't as funny as my imagination made them to be. More surreal/stupid. But entertaining none the less. They get better halfway through.

Morning, all. Up early as I must finish the writing part of the dissertation today, or people will die my chances of actually handing this thing in on Monday will start getting very remote indeed.

One-man play about the French horn player was very fun.

We are trying to plan a journey through London. The young LGBT Christian group I used to belong to (before I got too old) is having a 20th anniversary party in south London. I have to get there, via an accessible route, from north London. Planning this is like solving riddles about crossing rivers with a wolf, a goat and a sack of grain.

I started typing here few things. Then I realized it became a blog post, so that's where I took it to. [link]