I met two people this week that were the manifestations of their voices. One was...not flattering, and I swear I'd just spent too much time listening to him speak, and he just fit a stereotype.

The other woman, though, I swear even her makeup matched her voice. How do even do that? Who's chicken, and what's the egg?

I'd like to flatter myself and think I either sound *this* smooth on the phone (::insert barking laughter here::), or I'm the Spanish Inquisition. Not sure which one I'd prefer.

Unrelatedly, some days, many days, I think there's nothing I'd rather do than make my mother laugh. I love hearing her laugh. And I love that I can. I love that she still laughs. I know she's depressed about what's going on, but she's being strong about it, and sucking it up, and even mocking herself, but I can also tell when she laughs that she's grateful for every opportunity for a good one, despite.

Unrelatedly serially, Colin and I like to gross each other out, but sometimes the mere fact of his fandom existing makes me unduly delicate. I will not let him know I have this weakness.

I decided I should find something with him in to re-tumbl, and the first result?

i’d bang colin ferguson so hard man he’s like the sexiest 39 year old ever

Now I'm off my game. If there's Colin butt here, I'm going to set someone's desk on fire.

People tell me I sound tall. And that I post tall. People are surprised that I'm short when they meet me. :/

Allyson, I get that, too. Everyone thinks I'm taller than I am.

No one *ever* tells me what they expected. I have a bit of a suspicion that maybe I sound white, and that overrides everything else they might have said.

People tell me I sound tall. And that I post tall. People are surprised that I'm short when they meet me. :/

Intellectual giant?

I'm not commenting on Republican craziness--except to say that hopefully, the recalls will work in Wisconsin and we can sweep some of the insanity away.

People are surprised that I'm short when they meet me.

I am Allyson and Jilli. And also Snake Plissken.

Unrelatedly serially, Colin and I like to gross each other out, but sometimes the mere fact of his fandom existing makes me unduly delicate.

I mean, apparently I'm a secret prude or something, but I find this an eminently reasonable reaction.

The only person who ever thought I'm taller than I am is my husband. True story.

I get that too, and you all just made me think of one of my favorite Ani DiFranco songs, “Evolve":

I walk in stride with people
much taller than me
and partly it's the boots but
mostly it's my chi...
so I walk like I'm on a mission
cuz that's the way I groove
I got more and more to do
I got less and less to prove
it took me too long to realize
that I don't take good pictures
cuz I have the kind of beauty
that moves

Love Ani.

Oh! Congratulations juliana and M!

And on the Brietbart front, it turns out his widow is one of my old classmates. I know she is well supported right now, but even so I can't help thinking how angry-making those accusations of his assassination must be. For her sake I hope those voices don't go on for too long.