I just dressed down a developer where a bunch of people could hear me, but I'm really over coddling his feelings. And I sent out a "can you help us debug?" email on his behalf to two other developers, because I don't trust him to communicate anymore. And if he is pissed about that, he can just step up his game and get there before I do.

Man, I just kind of out of nowhere remember my tween obsession with Lobsang Rampa (took me less time than I'd expected to remember the name, considering), and my deep conviction (read: desperate wish) that he was telling the truth about his mysticism/magic, despite being a plumber from Devon. His were the sort of books we weren't allowed to have in the house, that my mother would pitch a fit if she found. And, yeah, no real surprise there. At best, fetishistic appropriation. At best.

I just saw a post of a giraffe in a pool on tumblr and was about to submit to good stuff an. Then I realized it was good stuff.

As for falling out of the back of a pickup, that death happened multiple times in my hometown. They were all teenagers, although it was super common before the days of mini vans for all the kids to ride in the bed while the parents were in the cab. I think there even used to be sort of make shift seats on the wheels. But I am thinking there was some screwing around and or alcohol involved in the deaths. I will say that riding in the back of a pickup is nowhere near as drifting as riding in the back of a moving van and I am a scaredy cat!

Whoa, cable guy showed up unexpectedly, with neither of us really dressed. Nothing like hiding under a blanket while someone messes with your TV.

How did he get into your place, Dana?

Trickery.

No, he showed up to collect the cable box. And I realize that account of the story sounds a lot more salacious than it is. Husband answered the door. I stayed on the couch under my blanket, as I was in my pajamas and unable to entertain callers.

unable to entertain callers

Oh, don't underestimate yourself.

I think I've discovered a win-win way to end a conversation with a person who keeps jabbing back for the last word. Offer them the last word, since it clearly means a lot to them.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits. Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter? And if you can't find a good model for this [link] I'm not going to risk buying it.

They have a number of classic standards, but some of their deviations are dodgy as all fuck.

And I would love to rock this [link] but I'm not sure who (apart from the model) can.

My god--Modcloth has some hideous swimsuits.

Oh my.

Jesus fuck. Now I think my cat is having an anal gland issue. If I have to take him to the vet this week, I might cry.

Look at this: [link] -- who does that flatter?

When it's just too hot to wear your mom jeans to the beach.