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.

Congratulations, juliana!

In other natter-yes-it's-true news: today is the Hebrew birthday of Nilly's baby boy. Happy birthday!

Happy birthday PiBaby!

Skipping some more, because according to the Hebrew Calendar (why, yes, my fingers almost automatically wanted to type "Buffista Calendar" and I had to conciously remind them what I was talking about and that I was the boss of them), today is the Hebrew date of PiBaby's birthday (um, obviously, being March 2nd, it's not Pi day, since the Hebrew and general dates don't coincide every year, but the Hebrew date is the one we feel have more meaning for us, even when Pi-less).

I have no idea how it can be a whole year already. And then I look at this wonderful little person who gets anywhere around here and says a few words and understands way more than we realize of what we say around him (he didn't just learn a new language - he learned the whole concept of having a language, and then went ahead and started having one), and I'm amazed at how much he developed in such a short time (he grows a sense of humor! I mean, some people spend decades without one, and he already has a really good one! How can that be? Where could he have learned how to not just use one, but to actually develop one? From scratch? From what comes before "scratch" and makes it start going).

And I keep being grateful that we were so lucky in that biggest-luck-of-the-draw ever, and got blessed by this precious responsibility of taking care of that wonderful human being that he is already showing character of being. I have no idea how come we deserve this, but we feel so deeply blessed by his presence in our lives.

Yes, even when he wakes up in tears for the third time on 4am.

In order to share even a little part of what a joy he is, I offer this still-several-months-old-in-content [link]

(And I'll try to flood less with pictures in the future, sorry! I probably seem like a total fan girl with all that! Oops.)

Oh, Nilly, happy birthday to PiBaby!