I'm reading that people were mean to Dave Chappelle and scared him out of Texas. I am perfectly hypocritical about indulging any of his diva-like tendencies, because his shows have paid off that well for me (I'd also let Eddie Izzard get away with a lot, including my underwear (for whatever reason)). I'm not plugged into shit well enough to ever get a shot at a ticket for his show, and I am mad that people who actually paid money for it had asses mess it up.

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Oh, Allyson, FYI, this is the point where my sister lets me bang her crush so we can keep it in the family. We're like family right?

(I have been sworn off certain people born in the latter half of 1972, as well as the guy from Adjustment Bureau, though. It's inconsistent and annoying.)

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday EpicTangent!

It is hucking fot here, which is why I'm inside.

Okay, that was flirting. I feel dirty. I have rules.

RL crushes? I remember those. Crushable men seem to be low to the ground lately. Instead I've been watching terrible Irish films to satisfy my crush on Branson from Downton Abbey.

I used to have a Dave Chappelle crush. Good times, good times.

And I've seen some great commentary about the bullshit packaging -- I think Jessica Valenti called it Sad White Babies with Bad Feminist Moms or something.

lulz.

For women's history month, they chose NASA's Deputy Administrator Lori Garver for the speaker and asked her to talk about work/life balance. Her kids are pretty much nanny raised, and one of the secretaries was complaining that she wasn't exactly balancing her work/life.

And I said, "exactly."

It's just that before, people had absentee fathers who rescheduled birthday parties and sent flowers to recitals when they were working late. You can't run Interscope or NASA or whatever and go to soccer games and be there to tuck a kid in every night.

I feel like an awful feminist. I have no kids, no husband, and therefore no excuses for not running Interscope. So why am I so tired?

I've been having a pain in my chest for like, a week now. I'm semi convinced between that and the fatigue that I am going to have a heart attack. The screwed up part is that I find myself not caring, except for maybe having a heart attack on the freeway and crashing into someone.

I have to say, I've been quite rude more than once in the office today. And it keeps not being Friday? Why is it still not Friday? Fothermucker.

I *finally* drove my car up two floors in the parking lot and paid someone to wash it. When I went to pick it up I remembered I don't know my license plate number. And that I haven't picked up the custom one from the DMV yet.

I just gave the most utterly bullshitty "magic of womanhood rests in our fertile womb..." speech to a co-worker who said that I looked cute and she couldn't look cute because she's four seconds pregnant. And I didn't even puke. She did look at me really funny, though.

Oh, and for the record I am not the one to explain Active Directory to someone in IT. If you don't already know, nothing I can say will help you.

We're like family right?

As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

Rule or not rule?

There's a very simple rule. When your character is below you (you know more than the character) then it's a comedy. If your character knows more than you, then it's a heroic epic story, superhero movie. It's what I know about the rules. For me it's a rule. If you know exactly what your character knows, it's a drama.

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As long as you don't microwave fish, I will not boil eggs.

I wish my mother remembered I hate eggs. My sister forgot I only have one pec. No one loves me.