Bit of a meara here:

Oh, HAR - Anathema/Schmoker? ALL SUELA'S FAULT. Here's what she said when mieske tried to re-register under a billion variant spellings:

OK, that's just too much. Also, he's being stupid. If he really wanted to ruffle our feathers he'd change his name to something else entirely and sneak in under the radar.

HAH! I guess you're right, Jessica. Damn me and my thinky ways.

I used to post a lot in B'cy. Back in the days before webmonitoring.

The only ish was every so often she insisted on making liver and onions and telling us to eat it, and we'd take a couple of bites and spit it out on the plate in disgust. All 4 of us.

Oh, us too. In fact, my mother would make liver with bacon and onions, which tarnished the wonderful smell of bacon for me. If I smelled bacon in the evenings, that meant we would be forced to eat liver for dinner. And those days? There would be a lemon meringue pie waiting for us if we finished our liver. It was the one meal that the dog was locked out of the house for. At least once my middle brother snuck tiny pieces into his socks and emptied them under his bed, where they fossilized.

When I was cleaning out the office this week, I found a box of blank VHS stock. I tried to give it away to one of the other production departments and they all laughed.

There's a company called Greendisk that recycles all that for you. I just sent them two big boxes of cassette tapes. It felt like getting rid of my 20s. But I never listened to any of it anymore and it was just taking up space.

So there's a game plan, and a plan B, and it's all on my terms, and I feel like awesomecake with awesomesauce.

Excellent, Allyson! I hope it turns out fabulously.

What are people doing this weekend?

Tonight I am home, being sick and printing out my taxes. Tomorrow I am being sick, and taking tickets at the theater. Sunday I am (probably) being sick, and maybe making dinner for my folks. This sick thing is getting really old.

Poor Consuela.

Sick bad! Boo!

I... I like liver. A lot. No one else in my house does, so I don't get to eat it.

My grandmother went through a real health food craze in the early 70s, during which she give my parents books with tips on secret ways to get your kids to eat healthy foods, like liver, such as making chocolate surprise milkshakes.

Remarkably creepy old Maxwell House commercial. Featuring Margaret Hamilton. [link]

They are horrifying and yet oddly fascinating as pop culture. Um, to me anyway.

I love "Wake Me Up." I also have "Crocodile Tears," which is nice.

I am Plei.

I also enjoy liver.

DH just told me he got some Disney people upset with him. He's trying to book Mickey for an event in Philly next month. They seemed pretty reluctant so he suggested they send another, "lesser" character. The Disney rep got pissy with him and said, "Sir, there ARE NO lesser characters! They are ALL special!"

And they sign off all their phone calls with "Have a magical evening."

Cashmere, that post sums up a major portion of dealing with my clients.

So Girls Aloud is part of the reason Sade can still hold her crown?

Ugh on the sick, Consuela.

I despise liver. I really like my dead animal flesh to be muscle fibre. It was also about the only thing my mother would cook that I didn't like. My father did. Luckily she didn't do it too often.