Poor noodle mac really just could not believe that things would be ok. When we drove up to the house it's like he exhaled. He came into to my room at one point and said " I was so sad, but now I am so happy". He also laid down on the floor in his room and waved all his limbs while saying "my room my room my room".

Awwwwwwwww. I seem to be hit with the same allergies that Trudy, amych, et al., are having.

Perkins needs to make a wish, pass it on.

Perkins needs to make some whiskey, pass it on.

Perkins needs to bake a turkey, pass it on.

Vintage GLBTQ photos

Oh, my god. Those are incredible!

I particularly love the photobooth-style one of the 2 sailors.

Perkins swims a lake that's murky, pass it on.

Love those photos.

Internet guy is here. Whee!

It is magic to me that I am watching tv and will cook dinner in my house tonight.

Oh hey, hivemind! I'm answering a letter from a mom who wants advice on how to deal with her ex-husband who objects to their honor-roll son being a Goth. I've said that she should ask her ex why he disapproves, gently correct any wrong-headed notions he has about Goth, and most importantly, to be extra-supportive of their son. Am I missing anything obvious?

Aw, those pictures!

It is magic to me that I am watching tv and will cook dinner in my house tonight.

Dude, that is magic!

Mac==noodle.

'Tis true.

Man, the CIO is running my team through the wringer. Boss is out this week, so we have no buffer. Again, everyone's being really nice about it, and she's been very complimentary about the work the wringer has produced, but damn, she's exacting.

I can't stop eating tamarind balls. OK, I guess I would have to stop when I finish the box, but finishing it now seems like a Bad Idea.

Okay, take two on meeting the warranty guy at my house. This time, they claim they're on their way.