I'm watching Phil Collins You Tube videos as I work, and it seems odd that I find him so sexy. Objectively, he's not all that, losing his hair, kind of plain looking, but then he gets the intensity thing going, and, well--the dorkiest looking guys can get me when they go to their "this is what I'm good at" place. It's like the second season of Black Adder, when I kept staring at the screen and going "But that CAN'T be Rowan Atkinson! This guy's hot!"

It turned out to be the cable, yay. And the audio problems to begin with were just the wrong channel. So it worked...briefly. And then it made a horrible buzzing sound and quit. I think I have power issues.

Also for today's slate of first world problems: I spilled a bit of juice from my farmer's market plums on my laptop touchpad. Woes.

Timelies all!

Have done brunch, a trip to Barnes and Noble and grocery shopping. Now to chill out and wait for Gary's mom to call us about dinner.

I sat across the aisle from Rowan Atkinson on a flight out of London once. This was post Blackadder, pre Bean. He had an intensity to him that was kinda interesting, when he wasn't being funny.

He asked to borrow my pen. I will cherish our connection for ever and ever, amen.

I just introduced my father to the concept of spoons. "So it's like energy?" "Like that, but more complicated."

And, true to form, he's followed my sister's example of pointing out spoon moments for the rest of the conversation.

I can't believe my mother knew about the plane crash. She hadn't realised how very close it was (Olympic and Westwood being the first major intersection in that direction), but she still knew it was near me. She must have a Google alert, or something. I hear it's called "motherhood".

Speaking of Google alerts--I can set it up so every news article with the word "migraine" in it gets sent to me in the morning (and I do), but why can't I set up a similar shopping agent? Why can't I have something like my eBay alert, but a wider span, for steel toed mary janes? Clearly they have some inventory detailed with proper metadata--I'd love to take advantage of that in a similar way to the nwes...

I'm having weird genealogy issues. On both the 1930 and 1940 censuses, I've found a few places in my mother's family where a family is listed as having a few extra children. One in 1940 with two extra daughters, and the other in 1930 with an extra son. With both of these families, there's no record of those kids being born or dying (though not all the Massachusetts records are online), and there are people still alive who knew these families and say that they definitely didn't have those kids. This is bizarre.

I hate when I finally get around to trying the apples I bought and they're effectively flavourless. I don't know if it's the type of apple (Gala) or what. But...water. Not even nice water.

Overheard outside my window this morning: "If it's a boy I'm calling him Fish Stick. If it's a girl I'm calling her Kilimanjaro."

We won our first A team bout last night. By over 50 points. That felt good. But I feel like I got hit by a truck this morning.

Overheard outside my window this morning: "If it's a boy I'm calling him Fish Stick. If it's a girl I'm calling her Kilimanjaro."

love this. how I wish for context.

They were walking by so that's all I heard.