the ad under the quiz answer page read: "Need a Physician?"

No, we need the Doctor. It's not just semantics.

Some lady I didn't know called out my haircut to her friend in the coffee nook today. Urm, you couldn't wait until I'd left, if you don't actually want to include me in the conversation? You're just loudly talking about me to my face.

On the co-workers are nice side, my whining about data issues got me given some chocolate. Some guys know what it takes to shut me up, and are willing to do it.

Man, the wind is howling.

Sigh.

January thaw is done.

As in "Check out her hair,OMG that looks great on her?"

Or "OMG, CHECK out her HAIR!"

Either way, dude, gossip about co-workers sotto voce.

"See, that hair? That hair is low maintenance. I was combing LaTisha's hair..."

I'm all, dude, she saw me. You can have that convo when I'm gone. If you want to talk to me about the low maintenance nature of my hair, sure. But no, she was just yelling across me to the other lady.

Especially since you're not even "ita;" you're just "that hair."

I got the Seventh Doctor. I'm pretty comfortable with that.

[bitch x-post]

Paging hivemind parents, particularly Cashmere - Frisco just flushed a Sally (from Cars) matchbox car down the toilet. How do I know if I need a plumber?

(I was getting the tongs after he dropped it in - while Ellie was trying to poop - but he flushed it before I could get there. THey are now both pretty upset.)

Five is like Nine? I wish I remembered him better.

Five is like Nine? I wish I remembered him better.

Peter Davison, ie, Campion of PBS Mystery.

Five is *nothing* like Nine. Five is Dr. Lite. Abbreviation intentional. Of course, I only watched a few eps with him, he may have butched up some later on.