I'm exhausted. I sent too many emails trying to explain that celebrating a youtube video of the MSL Rover as a sexbot isn't really appropriate for outreach or a noontime talk at my workplace. I'm unhappy.

Allyson, yet another depressing but not surprising turn of events. So much for encouraging women in the STEM fields.

Here's the video: [link]

I thought I was going crazy, but apparently I'm not the only one who emailed and called to say, WTF OMG HAVE YOU GONE MAD?

It's a bit OTT how much stuff is on my bed and how I'm not apparently caring and sleeping on it anyway. I suspect that might be why my back stopped hurting--some of it is functioning as lumbar support. I just don't know which load of laundry will ruin my casually precise support system.

Every once in a while, I remember Pumpkin was dumped over a fence in a hard cat carrier with such force that the carrier broke beyond saving. And I can't imagine the asshole who discarded such an awesome cat and $$ carrier. She's such a love, and if it were a financial issue alone, they wouldn't have tossed the carrier. Thus, they were a soulless asshole of epic proportions.

My gain, I'm glad she hasn't had any lasting issues from her tossing. Occasionally she gets all POP-goes-the-weasel when you hit a belly spot, but she is over that immediately so I don't think it is a trauma thing.

Ugh, Allyson.

shelter or any place that serves adults -- I feel like mysteries are the kind of thing that most people like to read.

ICU waiting rooms.

Teppy is a goddess. The 4 ibuprofen is better than the Vicodin. But I'm taking both at bed tIme. I'm out dancing now and having a blast. Just taking a cool down break. Too sweaty. And maybe tipsy.

Did I break the thread? I think I'll get another drink then.

I sent too many emails trying to explain that celebrating a youtube video of the MSL Rover as a sexbot isn't really appropriate for outreach or a noontime talk at my workplace.

Ugh. This week has made me realize I don't have enough angry feminist music to blare in my car. Just a little something to moderate the rage.

I came up with a Nancy Ann C. Yancy (or Nancy Ann Cianci) combo while putting laundry in the dryer. I promise I'll stop after this.

If she were hypnotized into believing she were in a jousting match (as the horse for some reason) while waltzing at a formal ball she'd be trancy, lancy, prancy, dancy, fancy Nancy Ann C. Yancy.

fin

yay on the new nanny and the great back-to-school night, msbelle!