HPF's got her violin out and is busking on the sidewalk.

A time-honored tradition.

When Ben was five, I found him out on the front lawn having an "art sale" of pictures he'd drawn. He was flagging down cars.

Nice entrepreneurial spirit, but I had to explain why that might not be a great idea. He did sell one for $5, though.

find instructions for knitting your own death star

I wish I could knit. This shit would be right up my alley.

ION, I am not sure if this fits into the definition of absurdity (I feel strongly it does), but I also think there must be a German word for this that does not exist in English. What does one call it when one is in the middle of packing (I am taking pictures of my packed CDs and labeling boxes) with my phone and I get an email notification from my current Dean asking me to speak to an Associate Dean at the graduate school who may convince me to stay!

I have boxes I purchased in my hallway. I bought extra tape at Staples on Friday. I have daily alerts in my email from the new city with information on houses for rent. I have appointments with realtors next week to interview.

And yet the emails come.

I need to write my formal resignation email and be done with it. Clearly the verbal approach is not working.

The web is a strange place in which one can, completely by accident, find instructions for knitting your own death star [link].

Ooooooooh! That would be an excellent project for my company's silent auction in December.

Speaking of Pottermore, who is LightWillow? I assume it's someone here.

Argh. I'm having the monthly intractable headache. This is day 3. Pain all down the right side of my head, wrapping around to my neck and shoulder. It's not bad enough to send me to bed, but bad enough that I can't concentrate on doing anything. I've tried all the medicinal weapons at my disposal: Advil, Tylenol, decongestant, antihistamine, caffeine, Valium, nothing's touching it.

In good news, I've officially gone down a pants size. Had to get new jeans, my old ones were literally falling off me.

In good news, I've officially gone down a pants size.

My brain being what it is, and me glancing at this quickly had this looking like: "In good news, I've officially gone down a penis size." And you know, Zen, I barely blinked thinking about your strap-on collection.

Oh, le n., stick to your guns! And good luck!

If anyone wants to see something entirely adorable, check it out: [link]

My brain being what it is, and me glancing at this quickly had this looking like: "In good news, I've officially gone down a penis size." And you know, Zen, I barely blinked thinking about your strap-on collection.

Well, I had to get smaller ones. I was scaring the virgins.

Soon I may need to strap on my pants. Oooh, girl suspenders!

Oh, hey, Dr. Craig from St. Elsewhere AKA KITT on Grey's this week. What a treat!