This is a bit creepy. Someone emailed me about a message I sent to a genealogy mailing list several years ago. Based on what she's said, she is a distant cousin of mine, but actually getting her the information she's asking for would take me a little while, and I don't really have the time to devote to that right now, so I emailed back to tell her that I think we are related, and that I'm kind of bogged down right now, but I'll get back to her next weekend. She responded by saying, "I know you're at [university] now, and I know that you're giving a talk on Tuesday, so I understand that you're busy." The fact that I'm giving a talk on Tuesday is on the calendar on the math department website, but it doesn't seem to show up in the first few pages of a google search for my name. It just seems weird that she'd mention it.

Oh! I should mention, I did get my mother the (non)tupperware, and I think she was excited, although she really thought I was giving her a Storage Solution for the current assortment of crappy plastic containers, and it took a couple of tries to actually say, "I should just throw away all the ones we have now??" Yes! Or, put them somewhere to use for bringing places and etc. But ALL NEW. It's really not our way.

Today with the demented: I discover that my mother has taken notes in ball-point pen on the screen of her kindle.

I also discover that isopropyl alcohol works to remove pen ink from the screen of a kindle.

I went to the store (crazy place) to buy more tissue and ended up with $100 worth of groceries. Shopping when sick, kinda hungry but nothing sounds good so let's buy everything, is not a good idea.

K-Bug is back in California. It was a good visit but I miss her already.

sonofabish, just dropped my netbook on my foot. Ouch! And already bruised and swollen.

I'm watching an episode of The Waltons where the mother and the two youngest kids get lost in the woods, and they just keep walking around. At one point, they realize that they're walking in circles, because they pass the same place twice, but the mother keeps insisting that what they need to do is just keep walking. Isn't that what you're not supposed to do when you're lost in the woods? I was always told that, if you're lost in the woods, you stay still, because if you just choose a direction randomly, you'll more than likely choose the wrong one and end up even further from where you're supposed to be.

I understand that most things have someone who's into them, and this being the internet, there's at least one devoted tumblr. But interracial cuckolding is not something I'd ever given thought to. And specifically well-built black men coming in and fucking your white wife with your (white) knowledge. It's a thing. People are weird.

Oh, no, I lost one of my earrings.

I am really sorry how not surprised I am at that. Ugh.

I'm just so pleased with myself, I have to share here too: 90 laps (2.5 miles) in 85.5 minutes!

Then I went out and bought $60 in plants, which will get planted tomorrow, hopefully. Including a deep, almost black, plum colored salvia. I love salvia, it's so weird.

One coat of primer on the door, will do one blue coat in a bit.

Cats are loving having the door open, they get to wander out on the deck at will.

Cats are loving having the door open, they get to wander out on the deck at will.

Heh. I had the door open today and the dog is so flummoxed. She kept going out for like 30 seconds at a time and then coming back in to regroup. (This dog does not deal well with change.)