but I kind of always picture David Cross as Tobias Funke, wearing those short denim shorts as a never-nude.

Right? And I can never forget that she's Russ Tamblyn's daughter. Aside from West Side Story and Twin Peaks, he was also a major artist figure in Wallace Berman's beat group associated with his magazine Semina.

Right? And I can never forget that she's Russ Tamblyn's daughter.

My mother had a super duper major crush on Rush Tamblyn (from the WSS era, not the Twin Peaks Era. I believe he was also in 7 Brides for 7 Brothers), so I am always surprised that he is not more famous than he is! Weirdly, now that I think of it, he is the only white man that my mother ever spoke of having a crush on (she also likes Sidney Poitier and Harry Belefonte).

I believe he was also in 7 Brides for 7 Brothers

Yup! Plus my favorite 50s exploitation movie, High School Confidential. Which also has Drew Barrymore's dad as a poetry spouting beatnik. Recommended!

The hugest fly ever to exist is in my living room, and it won't stand still so I can kill it. I looked it up, and it may lay eggs in mucous membranes!!!!! I will never be able to sleep until I kill this mother f*cker!

I've been asked by 3 different people, 2 who see me daily, if I'm on a diet/lost weight in the past couple of days. The thing is, I haven't according to the scale. But maybe things are rearranging again. I notched in the new bras, but figured that was stretching. I would attribute it to the fact I haven't worn pants or long sleeves in over 2 months, except those 2 people who see me daily.

I don't mind, it's just odd. I guess when I start wearing my clothes from a few months ago, I'll find out. I'd like to lose some more, but not going to bust my ass or risk headaches to do any more than I do now. Which I think is quite acceptable: swimming 12+ miles a week at a decent pace plus my diet is pretty much golden. I feel damned strong, can bolt up 5 stories without getting winded, carrying 45lbs of litter up the stairs isn't onerous. I'm happy.

Sophia, step away from google. And don't set it on fire.

Wait, 4 people, 3 who see me regularly. Forgot my neighbor.

I'm going to say a big grand ixnay on the irefay. Call it a hunch.

I am in the most bizarre moods right now. Just odd. I hope I don't do anything I regret, and that should start with staying off OKC.

Also, I'm not 43. I've been thinking I was 43 for...weeks now. I'm not sure what's up with that.

Right. Back to catching with nearly oldest friend over text message.

Anne, even as a fire enthusiast, I have to say DON'T CATCH ON FIRE.

How are people?

Kittens are awesome, job hunt sucks, and I'm stopping the new antibiotic I was put on because "possible" side effects of increased depression, anxiety, and confusion were Not Fun. Semi-hysterical crying for no reason for 5 days in a row? No thanks, stopping that now.

Anne, even as a fire enthusiast, I have to say DON'T CATCH ON FIRE.

Can't be said too often.

Jeez, Jilli. My friend's mom also has lyme (she's in her 60s) and the secondary infections have been awful and debilitating. One of the drs was giving her 2-5 years due to a lung infection. Thankfully, a new dr got that kicked out of the game. It took way too long to diagnose her (she's in a rural area. Which given the presence of lyme here, you'd think they'd be versed. But no.)

And then my next door neighbor got the Yale tattoo a couple weeks ago after his final trek through the woods up there (the bullseye rash, he was getting a forestry degree at Yale the last year) and is on the heavy anti-bs.

I'd pretty much never heard of it back in NM. We just had rabies and bubonic.

MORE KITTENS. I think you should just indulge in kittens from here on out. And indulge me.