There's non-processed ham? I always think of it as salt-ridden.

Hi, zuisa and vroomvroom!

I saw a woman in the art store (uh, don't ask, it's a sickness) today who looked eerily like my mother. There's a definite type that looks like blood on my mother's side of the family (as I kept pointing out to bon on The Wire), but this woman's face was eerily Mummy. I had to stare. I'm supposed to look like my mother. I wonder if I triggered anything for her.

I almost told her, but I'm trying to stop saying random shit to strangers, since I don't really like it when they do it to me.

I'm trying to stop saying random shit to strangers, since I don't really like it when they do it to me.

Heh.

Years ago I ran across a woman who was 6' or 6' 1" or something. I went up to her and said, "Wow, you're so tall." After I said it, I realized it sounded all wrong and there was awkwardness and what-not.

I just read a review of a place that serves chicken tartare. That is not what I had for lunch. I'm a little afraid of the steak tartare and very afraid of the chicken.

Yeah, ham is processed, but this has no nitrates, so I am calling it good.

So H tells me, "This guy in Britain found a bronze Roman helmet that sold at auction for..." and my mind immediately starts singing,

Golden helmet of Mandrino,
There can be no hat like thee
Thee and I now, till I die now
We'll make golden history.

He doesn't make eye contact or react in any way. Then from the depths of the recliner, Speaw and magic hewwwmet....

Oh Bwoomhilda, you're so wuvely....

Yes, I know it, I can't help it...

Yes I know it; I can't help it.

ETA: Inevitable wascally wabbit x-post.

Oh, Bwunhilda, beeee my wuuuuv!!!

Hee, I like your punctuation better, but I will not edit.