Or is that just me being a Virgo?

No it's not.

I dunno - for me in this particular case it evokes the response of a superhero upon being thanked for "cleaning up this town" or something.

I get it; yet, weirdness remains.

Monday: meh..., that's about it. But I did find a cute song about Toby Ziegler on the interwebs(it's in my lj, but I thought I'd mention it here cause I know I'm not the only Ziegler's Bitch in here.)

I'm writing an email to my state senator about an amendment "protecting traditional marriage"...I'm finding it difficult to construct any sort of coherent argument, especially one that doesn't use profanity. Not that I think it will make a bit of difference. And, not to be stereotyping, but his wife is a local newscaster who does a lot of theatre, so it's not like this issue is totally outside of his personal universe.

Nothing rhymes with Ziegler! Especially when you pronounce it Zeeegler, like he does. Not that Zihgler is especially more rhymey.

That's in the song! His best shot would have been Fun With Assonance, which, in itself? the sort of phrase doomed to many repeats in the Sorkin-verse. Don't you think? (prepares for roll and talk, natch.)

Or is that just me being a Virgo?

I am pretty much the opposite of your Virgo-ness, Barb (cables freaking everywhere in all their tangled and multitudinous glory, for example), but that drives me crazy, too.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you my mother:

30 minutes ago:

Mom: I'm at the Burger Bar, would you like the veggie burger?
Me: Sure!
Mom: What would you like it with?
Me: We're talking about the portobello hamburger, right?
Mom: Yes.
Me: with thousand islands and fried onion, please. OK?
Mom: OK.

5 minutes ago

Me: yay, dinner!
me opening the hamburger after noticing lettuce and tomato. Asking my mom about it.
Mom, in a hurry to catch the news: oh, they asked if you'd like it, they made it sound as if that's usual.
Me: grumble well, OK.
several bites into it, thinking something's weird here. Opening the hamburger again, this time, trying to find where did they hid the portobello-light of my life-mushroom.
Me: eh, isn't there a mushroom in there?
Mom: no, they wanted to put 3 inside and I told them specifically not to.
Me: starting to weep
Mom: What?

This scenario, over other things, must happen at least 2-3 times per month in our house. WHY, God, WHY?

Toby would like "fun with assonance", it would go well with repetition and floating opposites. Make a memorable catchphrase or sound clip.

Josh would think it sounded dirty.

This scenario, over other things, must happen at least 2-3 times per month in our house. WHY, God, WHY?

Balls.

I have a job interview this afternoon, so some job~ma at 4pm EST would be much appreciated.

I guess if this job doesn't work out it's yet another sign to move to CA.

I like thousand island, too. Never thought you ate it in Israel, but I eat hummus. Debet, ha. And I think I can picture this: CJ Josh, are you *blushing*? Don't quit your day job...the private sector would eat you alive.