I have been at my parents' since 1 this afternoon. It was getting into old-style holiday "get me out of here territory," but my mother finally got home (from being out of town all week), and I got out of dinner tomorrow night, since we can have dinner together on Monday before choir.

On the plus side, I made awesome ground beef stroganoff for dinner (me, dad, grandmother).

Man fined for taking up two seats on a nearly empty subway train. [link]

I had a tiny tiny tiny pot de creme today. Now I want to have like a coffee mug size of MOAR. I want pot de creme NOW NOW NOW NOW. Ahem.

So I listened to On the Media and their section about TVTropes, and there's only one quick reference to Fast Eddie and Buffistas, but it annoyed me all the way through. I want to put up a sign somewhere: We Don't Know Any Fast Eddie.

Pffft.

I am home from taking CJ to the airport. He is off to California for his Spring Break. His flight was delayed over 2 hours and the United site states the reason as "Schedule change due to Customer Service". What the heck does that mean?

Oh yeah! I almost listened to OTM today! Like, I heard it was on, and changed the channel. WE DON'T KNOW FAST EDDIE.

We're watching (500)Days of Summer. I'm sort of charmed by it.

I have never had pot de creme.

I am almost done packing (VEGAS, BABY!) which means it is almost gimlet time.

I heard that piece online, since I was out and about. Disconcerting. The Big Lie. (Like Tim Minear and that Buffy show.) Anyway.

So I feel like I'm turning into the Ednor Gardens' mini-lisah: I'm the point person in hooking up the boiler-needing, central a/c having neighbor with the boiler-having, a/c needing other neighbor. And I just pimped a cookie swap in Hampden to my fellow FMs adventurers with me as the point of reference to the hostess.

WHO AM I?!!

(I like this person. I really, really do. But man, the changes in me in the past year plus? The mental image of self has so not caught up. I sometimes don't really recognize me.)