This pretty tiara votive reminded me of Buffistas.

Bit of a rubbish couple of days. The worst thing being, The Girl's father has new tumours in various places.

Fuck cancer. And I'm sorry you are feeling more burden-ish than support-ish. Much ~ma to The Girl's father, and to the whole family.

Welcome home, Stephanie!

Seska, much -ma to The Girl's father. I'm so sorry.

Yay, Stephanie! Best of luck in your new home!

I'm looking at the Statue of Liberty from my balcony on a beautiful day. This is nice.

Very cool indeed.

Fuck cancer, Seska. Is your girl studying The Knowledge just for the heck of it, or in hopes of becoming a cabbie? Or, you know, just to get around?

Mmm, wagamama.

Whatever you do today, Sean, have fun and roll with it.

I need to go back to London. Last time I was there for anything longer than just changing planes (and, in one case, airports) was when we went there on a family vacation during winter break my senior year of high school. So, that would have been the week between Christmas and New Years, 1998.

The last time I was in London was the March before I met TCG, so it's been nearly 6 years. Considering I had gone every other year for a while, that seems like a very long time to me. I both feel like I really need to get back, and worry that it is really going to make me miss my friend Donna even more. She was my travel buddy who passed away from breast cancer last year. Everything about England reminds me of her in some way, and I am still missing her so much.

ETA: Sorry about that tangent. It is her husband's birthday today, so Donna is even more on my mind.

But keeping your Stella Artois at room temperature???? COME ON!

IME, Europeans are weird about refrigeration. (I think it's because until very recently, fridges over there were TEENY compared to the US, so you really only had room to refrigerate the things that absolutely needed it. My boss' dad only got an "American-style" fridge about ten years ago after visiting her in LA and being just boggled by the sheer size of the thing.)

Anyhoo, I know it's totally last-minute, but if you need to get away from your parents for a bit I can see if my brother-in-law is free. He and his wife are pretty awesome.

Thanks for the cancer support, all. Will pass on any ~ma to The Girl. (Who is currently in rehearsals 8am till 8pm most days of the week, so I'm not really seeing her anyway. Ah, the life of a theatre widow.)

If any of you ever do come (back) to London, you have ready-made guides - just let us know. I am engaged to the world's biggest London history and transport geek. Especially transport. She's a freak.

Is your girl studying The Knowledge just for the heck of it, or in hopes of becoming a cabbie? Or, you know, just to get around?

Heh. She would totally do it just to learn how to get around better. But yes, she wants to be a cabbie. It would be an awesome day job for a theatre director. She's about half way through learning it all, which is pretty impressive. (It's so much fun to yell things like "British Library to Clapham High Street! Go!" at her, and hear her reel off street names I've never heard of. She's also becoming very good at getting us out when we are Lost In Bloomsbury.)

I think it's because until very recently, fridges over there were TEENY compared to the US, so you really only had room to refrigerate the things that absolutely needed it.

They still are quite a bit smaller than US ones. We want a US-style fridge for our new house. It would be awesome. All the cold Diet Coke you could want! All the time!

{{{sj}}}

American fridges are huge. But it seems as though all the products are bigger too so it kind of balances out. Like the massive cartons of juice you can get.