Heh. I'm gonna inform now the Israeli police (with the advice of my boss at the Department of Justice) about the assult.

This gonna hit the high windows. Another friend of mine volunteered in an MPK office, and she's gonna send him a copy.

Hello, political action.

Good luck, Shir.

Also my dad yelled at me for using metaphors just because I was a high and mighty English major.

"In this household, we do not use: metaphor, allegory, simile...and, so help me God, if you even *approach* symbolism, you will get the back of my hand!"

Seriously, P-C, you rock. It's rough, but don't back down. You know...like Tom Petty.

My parent-related marriage drama was about the actual wedding. Long story short, Mom tried to bring the drama and said something like "Maybe I shouldn't come to the wedding" to which I responded "Okay." Then there was a (virtual) staring contest. If it weren't for Aims, my Mom wouldn't have been at my wedding. And, to this day...I would have been fine with that. But I know not everybody can walk away from family so easily.

"Lisa! In this house we obey the laws of thermodynamics!"

t /Homer

It has been an hour since I took two shots of whiskey. Since I can get tipsy on half a glass of wine, presumably I'm drunk. But still in pain. Don't feel drunk, but if you are not used to being drunk you probably can't judge that.

In my experience, Typo, booze does not so much *lessen* pain as it makes you *not give a shit that you are still in pain.*

Oh, Typo Boy. I'm sorry you're going through this.

Typo Boy, this is terrible for you. I'm sorry you are in so much pain. I hope you can find a dentist to take swift action.

Jars, it's good to see your font here.

The Cheezeburger Network is written up in the NYT: [link]

I have my own login, but I can't recall the user email for the Buffistas.

Jars, it's good to see your font here.

Aw, thanks. I've settled into my new job enough now that I'm comfortable slacking off. Which is... good? Maybe.

It's nice to be catching up on people's news.