I suppose HypoFuBoy could be a superhero's sidekick whose weapons are hypodermic needles....

Feel better, Nonian, and take it as easy as you can.

I have the general idea and placement for my next four tattoos. Owl on left shoulder, tree (possibly live oak) on back, photorealistic lifesize luna moth on right thigh, fleur de lis with hammer and crowbar on left inner forearm.

In happy happy news, my sister got an official offer for the company she's been temping for! Yahoo, full-time permanent job with 401K and health insurance! And possibly more importantly, enough money to work towards moving out of the parents' house!

Yay, smonster's sister!

Yay for health insurance - may be better.

And something for Shir.

blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

That sounds really good

may be better.

It's about g-d time.

Yay sister of smonster!

My next tattoo will be a swallow (or possibly two) from the Lily frescos of Thera: [link] I'm currently planning on putting it at the top of my left arm, just below the shoulder.

blend of Moroccan, Cuban and Argentinian cooking called "Al Miamisimo".

Yanno, some of that really isn't that far off-- a lot of Cuban cooking is simply Spanish cooking adopted to the Caribbean environs-- and since the Moors had such an influence on Spanish cuisine a lot of that came over to the island. In fact, black beans and white rice is more colloquially known as "Moros y Cristianos" (literally Moors and Christians). (Which is different from congrí, which is when the rice and beans are cooked together.)

Zen, you are cracking me up. Surprises! Hey, did you get an email from me yesterday?

I'm beginning to think that my comcast account has become like that village dome in an episode of SG-! where everything looks normal, but each day, people walk outside it and disappear.

I've sent messages to a bunch of people lately that don't seem to be getting through. That, or it's my breath.

Erin, I sincerely heart your tattoo plan. Just perfect. Might steal it.

Yay, sis-of-smonster's job!

I've made the acquaintance of a cast member of the Shakespeare theatre's Merchant of Venice. His dog is the doppelganger of my dog. It's shocking, really.

Anyway, the fellow is lovely and earnestly invited me to see the show.

It is, however, nearly 3 hours long. And, I believe I saw it at the Free-for-All years ago and found it rough going.

Do I take the tickets or politely decline? Ergh. Social awkwardity.

Funnily, when we were talking about this last night, he described his amazing apartment in NYC. I blurted, "Hey! You've got what my invisible friends call the impossible NY apartment. None of the ones we see on tv are that big or that beautiful. Or affordable."

Apparently, his is!