I just read in EW about his one-man Mark Twain show. Wacky.

Val Kilmer being a jerk? I want to say I'm surprised by that, but I don't think I am.

He's one of those celebrities I always want to think well of and then see him in an interview and realize I can't.

I blame "Real Genius."

I vote push back, ND. Is there a Buffista who could lawyer up on his lawyer? Or at least be cc'd on your pushback letter? The one time I had to send a polite "please pay me what you fucking owe me, weasels" letter, IIRC Suela and one of my dad's golf buddies both agreed to be cc'd -- they didn't even have to do anything but sit there at the bottom of my polite letter flashing their "Esq."s.

If there's any kind of governing or regulatory or union board you could also cc that might make him concerned about his ability to successfully mount a one-man show again anytime soon, that probably wouldn't hurt.

His major organs went to specialized pathologists and it took time to synthesize all the data.

Wow. You know I never knew this could be done. But, having read this, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised if I thought about it.

Peace to you and thanks for the update. I was wondering if you had had results yet, but I didn't feel like bugging you about it.

I think about all of you frequently even if I don't happen to mention it.

I'm glad the video made you laugh, sj!

Meanwhile, we're going to sleep on our brand new memory foam mattress tonight in our new house!

That is *awesome* (and I'm jealous, I so want one!).

And there were all these cable outlets but they WEREN'T HOOKED UP TO ANYTHING.

Oh lord, been there.

It wasn't until yesterday that I accepted that he really does have something to teach me. I have no idea, what so ever, what that might be...long term or short term...but I'm willing to know what it is. And I'll be grateful for it, regardless.

bonny, you are such a role model of mine.

Maria, I don't know what to say except to offer more love.

I have also cried during yoga. And at several workplaces. And in public, many times. I'm reclaiming crying.

Dude, my new boss bought me a Jazzfest ticket. Spur of the moment, just because I mentioned I couldn't afford to go. That's over $50. He's bought me lunch twice, he brings us beer at the end of the work week... I kind of love him. And the generosity of this town.

ND, that sucks. I hope you get your money post-haste.

Your new boss must love you smonster, not that I'm surprised.

There was a baby-naming at synagogue tonight. These are usually done when the baby is a month old, but these parents kept putting it off, so this kid was a year and a half already. She was having fun running up and down the wheelchair ramp and shouting, but when it came time for the actual naming ceremony part, she seemed to understand that this bit was serious, and she stayed quiet.

Here is my all-too-unfortunate discovery of the evening, in the Hello TMI category: if one is prone to yeast infections, a lube with glycerin is like gasoline on a fire.

WTF, glycerin? I had NO idea.

Fire in the hole in the Not-Leonard sense, huh? Yikes.

Sounds like a horrible name for an alcoholic drink: the Flaming Cooter.