I just wrote No Reservations/ True Blood...I thought I would be set upon by Bourdainians.(It was just gen, though...I think they were afraid I was gonna write "Le Cage Les Halles" or something.) I won them over, ultimately. I'm good at impressions. (I never did show Dirty Jobs people my Dirty Jobs/Wire fic, in case nobody considered working for a drug dealer one of the "unseen jobs that make life livable for the rest of us."

I got into terrible eating habits while I was pregnant and I'm still trying to break out of them. Snacking all the time and ALWAYS having dessert was fine when eating for two, nsm anymore.

That's pretty much where I am right now too, but with chemo instead of pregnancy. Between the comfort eating, lack of energy, and taste buds that decided everything but chocolate and peanut butter was suspect, I put on a lot of weight, which I was totally fine with, under the circumstances. Now though, even though I'm eating healthy stuff again, I'm still chowing down on the sweets far too much as well, so I need to turn that around.

I just wrote No Reservations/ True Blood...I thought I would be set upon by Bourdainians.

Oh, cool, erika! I admit that one of the stories I loved best from this year's Yuletide was that "No Reservations Narnia" story. So fun.

I shouldn't be as uncomfortable about that kind of RPF as I am, because something like "No Reservations" or "Dirty Jobs" is probably just as constructed a product as any scripted show. I just like to stay a long way from the slippery slope to pundit!slash. Not my beautiful cake and all that.

Super-late, but re: CCommunity hilarity:

That was pretty sweet.

That's the kind of thing I fully expect Juliana and I will be cracking ourselves up with some night in North Beach (or Vegas), while M and others look at us and wonder how the hell much we've had to drink.

That moment made me laugh so hard I cried. Literally. It's very hard to keep myself from randomly doing that at the bar (where my manager and a whole bunch of other people are fans of the show), because I don't think the customers would quite Get It.

Also, I am a stress non-eater, but I crave sugar (preferably in Sour Patch Kid form) like woah when I'm sleep-deprived. Which is now, since I'm working 65 hours/week. Grrr.

Since J got the leg clot last week, I have been eating Everything On Earth PLUS I started biting my nails again. I wanted to look fab when I went to NYC to visit my friends I haven't seen in 5 years, but I guess they are going to have to appreciate my inner beauty.

I don't know exactly what the question is, but Addison DeWit from All About Eve?

Also, for this job, one interview with two people, a day long series of interviews from 9 am to 4:30 with 11 people, and then they brought me in again to meet with the head of the office. At least by that third one I thought they wouldn't waste so much time on a candidate they weren't interested in.

Cool: Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs testified before the Senate on the importance of skilled trades: [link]

Oh my god, marry me right now, Mike Rowe.

A Dean Winchester quote always comes to mind at this juncture: "Cuz you know - they’re just donuts. Not love." Of course, he was trying to get his ass beat, and it worked.

I stress don't eat. I couldn't finish the brownie. I scraped off the icing and everything, but it's just not happening. Hopefully I eat something later today.

Bacon?

ita--have some protein RIGHT NOW. Even if it's a power bar or something. You have to have some nutrition to fight off infection.