I begin to see why I haven't heard back from colleague in Atlanta who is supposed to be sending me something.

How awful, Suzi. Sending hope to that poor girl.

And for you msbelle, sending lambic over the internets. And a nice drink for you too Suela.

In defiance of the heat, I am going to make quinoa fruit salad with honey lime dressing. But not with the mint, because I hate mint. Maybe ginger instead.

Damn, Suzi. I hope for much healing for her daughter and the family as a whole.

I can't really see beard in that pic, Hec. But good looking out.

Work ended early today, but there was an effectively mandatory (ita ! are you gonna be there this time???) goodbye lunch. So not as much free time regained as I'd planned.

And you know when you dislike someone, so their every action is viewed through a lens of irritation, and you can't get past that? The guy it takes me seventeen tries to communicate a technical request to orders lunch:

"I'd like the carnitas burrito, no meat, no beef, no chicken," he says.
"Do you want the bean and cheese burrito, then?" queries the waitress.
"No--the carnitas burrito, but no meat no beef no chicken."
"So you only want us to put in the beans and cheese?"
"No meat..."

At which point the waitress makes her exit.

Not to mention--I hear my name being used at the other end of the table, so I turn around.

"Ask me what?"
"The question we've been talking about for the last ten minutes." I swear he sneered as he said this, all bias aside.
"I haven't been listening to you..."

At which point the boss stepped in and actually asked me the question, with lack of laughing or sneering.

And they think me buying 25 things of dental floss to take back to Jamaica is the funniest "When you come, make sure you bring..." story of all time.

I'm not sure me taking pictures of myself trying on different bras and text messaging them to my sister so she could pick what she wanted is funnier, strictly speaking. But it's something.

I sent an email to the Mary Sue complaining about that ad for piece on premature agings, and I just got a reply saying it's been removed. Sometimes stuff does happen because you complain. Whoulda thunk it?

I'm reading more of the phallus to phallus frot site, because the idea that it's not some prank is really...yuck. Shivers. I know they're not talking to me when they ask:

Dudes -- can you imagine Thor, Hercules, Samson, Lincoln, Armstrong, or any other true hero getting fucked up the ass?

I'm sorry, do you want me to imagine this right now? Do they all have to be in this imagining, or can I pace myself? Because I know I'm down for the task, thanks for asking.

The site is so "Clearly you've always known anal sex is disgusting and unenjoyable. We're here to help you with your prostate stimulation problem. Never fear."

I CAN'T LOOK AWAY....SEND HELP....

Is the Armstrong Neil or Stretch?

God Suzi, how terrible. I can't even imagine finding that out.

In lighter news, I think Dylan may finally convinced me to get a cat even though I'm allergic because we spent basically all of dinner tonight coming up with Star Wars themed cat names. So I'm going to get allergy shots and then we'll adopt Purr2-D2 and C3P-Meow. I don't even like cats, but I love coming up with silly punny names for them.

Oh, yay, another fire, this one less than ten miles of me and on this side of the mountains.

I love Dylan.

Man, that's terrible, Suzi.

I looked at some more apartments, sat in the broker's office for two hours, because the guys who were coming in to sign a lease were stuck in 4th traffic, and nearly passed out waiting for the T. I haven't had an episode like that in some time, and it was just as unpleasant as ever! No idea why.