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!

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 recommend Butchies and Northern State. In case you were looking for something new to you, and assuming you don't know them. In fact, I may take my own advice and crank one of them up. I'm so cranky right now thinking about all the mansplaining in my life, past and present and every. damn. day.

I don't have enough angry feminist music to blare in my car.

damn. I'm wondering if I have any. Who do you have?