Laga, I'd buy one of those!

My new car has the Oaktown resident requisite "Oaklandish" bumper sticker AND my favorite: the typical Darwin/Jesus fish with "n chips" on the inside. I got it in London and waited years to put it on. I asked my two Christian colleagues if it hurt their feelings (as I am not worried about being offensive generally, but I don't want to hurt my friends) and they both proclaimed it "funny". So.

I tried to make a bumper sticker but I think I broke Zazzle.

"Right. They deserve to be happy."

Cute story, despite the having to repeat yourselves often! Did I mention the story about my four-year-old niece Flo at our wedding? This little girl has grown up knowing that "Auntie Nay and Auntie Sharon" are a pair in the same way that most everyone else in her life is. When she and my sister were sitting in the front at our wedding, and The Girl and I were about to start, Flo looks at us for a minute, looks at my sister for a minute, and then asks "Who's going to be the daddy?"

Teppy, much ~ma for your not-in-laws. I can completely empathise. Mine are improving, but having to keep quiet through incredibly offensive conversations or diatribes is really stressful. I hope you don't have to vacation with them again anytime soon!

There is a weird dilemma sometimes with a genderqueer partner. I love having a boyfriend who is also literally my girlfriend. But sometimes I want just the boyfriend. (And sometimes I want just the girlfriend.) And most times it doesn't matter, because he just fills the slot in my life labeled "Partner in Crime, Gender Irrelevant."

This, too, I can personally identify with. Let's just say that I was delighted to persuade The Girl *into* a pretty dress for our wedding. But I hope you get the pretty dress if you ever (want to) get married!

bonny, Prozac is only one of many SSRIs, and there are other types of antidepressants too. Some SSRIs *really* disagree with me and cause anxiety and hypomania. I agree that your friend should give it some time to work, but she could also talk to her doctor about alternatives if Prozac's not agreeing with her.

{{WindSparrow}}

erika, I'm glad your brother's feeling a bit better.

I would enjoy having Obama as a friend but I'd be annoyed because he'd never have any time to spend with me.

You all have the weirdest thoughts.

You all have the weirdest thoughts

The definition of a Buffista.

Because they love each other and they deserve to be happy!

I want a bumper sticker, should anyone succeed in producing one.

Ditto on the bumper sticker; that's a great story, Trudy!

Now I want a SMJ to play a GQ character in a movie SIMPLY so he cant say "Gender QUEER mother FUCKER!" in that awesome uptone "You are as dumb as a motherfucking ROCK!" voice.

Guys, I iced the shoulder from 3 to about 8, and was able t go out for yummy Indian and to the show -- Bill Callagan (sp?) if anyone is familiar. It was a good show; he has a compelling voice that quite reminded me of Mark Sandman from Morphine... although it looked like Urban Outfitters had vomited onto the entire bar population.

The opening act was a dreadfully hip singer/songwriter named Neil Morgan who READ FROM HIS DIARY during the show, I shit you not!

My eyes went rolllllling across the floor, and I promptly followed them out the door to the smoking porch for the rest of his set.

You all will be amused to know that my mother has pissed off the Comcast people so badly that they refuse to take her calls.

I would be amused, except that this now means that I am Comcast tech support for her.

Okay, after almost an hour, this is how the conversation ended.

Me: Well, it's like when we used to just have cable and when Dad decided to get HBO, they brought us a little box--

Mom: (interrupting) But I don't want HBO.

Me: *sigh* Okay.

Mom: Did I offend you?

Me: No, you're just not listening to what I'm saying

Mom: FINE! FINE! I AM YOUR MOTHER, I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TREAT ME THIS WAY! WHENEVER YOU NEED SOMETHING, I STOP WHAT I'M DOING AND LISTEN! THANK YOU VERY MUCH, I WILL NEVER CALL YOU AGAIN. GOOD DAY!

We'll see how long that lasts.

That is amusing, except for you having to deal with the fallout, Vortex.

You know what else is amusing? Coming up with new ways to get out of boring staff meetings. For instance, this morning while being trained on how to administer an epi-pen, I took what I thought was the trainer with disengaged needle, pulled the cap off, jabbed it at my thigh, and immediately pulled it away because I got pricked. Yeah, they took me to the ER just in case, but other than feeling embarrassed, I've had no adverse effects.

Ugh. There are rodent droppings in my kitchen cabinet again. There's a hole in the wall at the back of the cabinet where a pipe comes through, and I'm pretty sure the nest is behind the wall and the mess is falling through the hole.

Also, I am saying this is mice, and I will not entertain any other possibility, because mice are pretty much the only rodent that will not make me totally freak out. So it's mice.

I emailed my landlord. He had an exterminator come for the same problem last year, but the exterminator said that it looked like whatever had been there had left. I guess they came back.