(wtf? it ate half my post.)

I will probably crosspost this to Natter - does anyone know any resources for people with OCD or for dealing with people with OCD?

I just spent 4 hours outside in the wind and cold "celebrating" America Recycles Day. My favorite part was when our student intern walked up to one of the preachers that are always around and asked him what God thought about recycling. He answered, "God doesn't recycle trash! He burns all his trash!" So I proceeded to walk around offering Born to Recycle temporary tattoos with the phrase, "Would you like to burn in hell for recycling?"

Yeah, it's pretty hot. And I think we all have a list of stuff we'd start saying if we had, well, "Kiss my ass," money. But Grayson really said it.And only a complete idiot would say "You just hate to see a businessman make a profit," but they do, because our political system is long on complete idiots, but they get a big surprise when they do it. Then being rich isn't a mark of character anymore. Wonder why. I was really thinking I'd be crushed and find that he flipped out and went grocery shopping naked, "crazy" or "unstable" is such a common RW Grayson response, but I haven't found anything other than him out-intensing Taibbi and making him all "O-kay...good luck with that." I guess I know people *much* more fucked up than Beltway insiders do, whatever that means. Or else they think it's unseemly to be sad that people die preventable deaths, in which case, I'm glad to not be that damn healthy, thanks. Yeah, the Emanuel mystique has a dark side, for real...but it's also compelling.(OK, you caught me...In my next life, I'm totally "calling" Undersecretary of Go Fuck Yourself, dead fish optional...maybe I'll apprentice with the Mininstry of Killing The Stupid People and spend some time on craft first.)

I am in bed after a long day of really dull qualitative coding, listening to The News Quiz and drinking hot chocolate. I'm sure I should be bemoaning not having anything exciting to do, but this is such a great way to spend a Friday evening. Even if I'm somewhat stuck here for being too tired to move.

In mememe hypermobility!fail, I was clowning around today doing kickbox moves and jacked up my SI joint. Hurts to walk now. I see pigeon pose in my near future...

In bed with hot cocoa sounds good to me.

(psst, Seska, not necessarily now but don't forget you promised us social model links)

Ugh. I have a reimbursement check waiting for me across campus. But it's raining :(

smonster, I know - I was going to trawl for them, but tired and pain and similar fun EDS-y stuff got in the way. I'll get to it tomorrow, promise! :)

Hope your SI stops acting up soon.

I on the other hand, am celebrating completing a really stressful week at work. We had to let go a very well-liked person yesterday and I spent the whole week hanging out with him while knowing what was gonna go down on Thursday, and then had to do the deed myself. It was the right choice for the company (and for this guy, actually), but still a tough gig. Because of this, I just spent my lunch hour BUYING SHOES. Buying expensive shoes. Let me provide links for your footwear-gazing approval: [link] [link]

Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone!

Let me provide links for your footwear-gazing approval:

ARE THOSE IRIDESCENT DANSKOS? HMOG WANT.

*ahem* I approve.

I'm trying to decide if I'm too much of a pacifist to be a professor at West Point.