I think most of my issues revolve around the fact that I really do want to be the Goth Mary Poppins, complete with the bigger-on-the-inside handbag and an umbrella that lets me fly.

When I was at Comic Con, a woman doing a completely balls-on Mary Poppins (in a pitch perfect dress like the white one from the chalk drawing scene) came around the corner and the artists and writers at my booth LEAPT OVER THE COUNTER to fawn over her. "Mary Poppins I LOVE YOU!"

They all had pics taken with her.

I really wish that people would embrace the notion that one's reproductive choices are one's own business.

Why do you hate America?

the artists and writers at my booth LEAPT OVER THE COUNTER to fawn over her. "Mary Poppins I LOVE YOU!"

Well, who doesn't?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY? There should be a test, and a license.

I'm going home.

I didn't have to roleplay, though. If we were chatty and sassy, no roleplaying. So I sassed and chatted. Woohoo.

There should be a test, and a license

Oy. My college-age niece does not know about ctrl-A, or how to select multiple files at once. Or how to set up playlists in iTunes.

I would think I've failed as an aunt, but she does at least love The Hunger Games and went to see HP7.2 in costume, so there's hope for me yet.

You guys! My Dad has started going contra dancing at the local community center, and is apparently quite the sought-after partner!

That's excellent news! I am very pleased for your Dad.

I really wish that people would embrace the notion that one's reproductive choices are one's own business.

Why do you hate America?

Because it's a little too obsessed with my womb.

Most of my issues revolve around the fact that I'm not Tina Fey. WHY AM I NOT TINA FEY?

I bought Bossypants yesterday and OMG--I laughed until I cried. And that was just in the first 25 pages!!!

Brilliant. But you're awesomely funny, too, Allyson!

Oy. My college-age niece does not know about ctrl-A, or how to select multiple files at once.

I didn't figure out lots of word shortcuts until after law school. I think I was 24 before I got ctrl v/ctrl c.

Well, who doesn't?

I swear, when I was Mary Poppins last Halloween I was completely taken aback by how totally batshit people went (teenage girls screaming with delight when the umbrella opened). I mean, in a good way, but I was profoundly unprepared for how intense they were. I'm gonna do better this year. I have to, in order to do proper honour to her and her creator. Being Mary Poppins is SERIOUS BUSINESS.

Having been both a person who didn't want kids and hated the assumption that I did, and a person who desperately wanted them and was certain I never would, I tend to keep my mouth shut and try not to get nosy about the status or plans of any uterus not my own. (I did break down last year and ask my baby brother and his husband if they'd ever thought about parenthood, but I bracketed it with a note that I'm sorry but big sisters are just nosy this way, and also that they are excellent people who would make good parents or non-parents and are awesome either way NO JUDGING I SWEAR. And yet I still feel bad about it.)

I've given the chapters in my sciencey book randomly hip hop names. "Me and Chuck D" is about the Elevator Incident.

Sure Shot is the piece I'm working on about Yauch, cancer, and alternawoo medicine. Which is getting unwieldy.