Does that make sense?

Yes, but not if you work in a marketing dept somewhere. If you're in marketing, you release a viral video and then work hard to promote it by touting its virility.

As far as I read it, if only entertainment sites link to/show the video, it's not viral. It's just...released. Back in the day when you had to work out the clues and piece the puzzle together to find the loot, and then share it with your thousand best pals, that's viral.

My sister is like a hawk over any possible display of vanity by my mother. So I get an email every time she takes another step back to normal. First it was putting in her earrings, then it was manicure, and apparently today she's put her bangles (she used to wear five or six gold bangles every day) and a head tie and is going off to a wedding.

A wedding no one TOLD me about. I know I can't make it down for every random wedding, but sheesh. When a childhood friend gets married, tell a girl, will you?

Going to a wedding is good, but yeah, it'd be nice to know about upcoming weddings.

Whale watching! Even if you don't see whales, you're on a boat.

We were on a boat! And did see whales! And sharks, and a seal. It was good, and the people-watching was excellent. We got the tickets on a Living Social deal, so there were a lot of that kind of people around, as well as the expected families. Then we wandered around a bit and went to my new favorite Saturday bar. (I bet it's mobbed after work.) So that was a good day.

Bread. In oven.

It's really never as much work as I pretend it is...well, if you don't count the dirty dishes I'm going to avoid washing for as long as possible...

And I like this bread better than most breads I buy...

It's just like the ice cream thing. Lazy, lazy, lazy.

There was this chick at krav who some of the guys talked trash about--she was wont to wear tops cut down to her navel and press her boobs against the arms of the highest ranking man in the room. Let's just say, they weren't kind.

A few years ago, I'm going through Comic Con reportage, and boom! I mean, whoa. How often do you find out that not only is someone you know a cosplayer, but they're kinda the cosplayer. For a year or so, if you googled "wonder woman cosplay" she came up first. Even now, if you throw "comic con" into that search, she's in the top 10.

But what I couldn't work out was--did this work in her favour with the guys, or what?

I suppose they were the kind of shits who'd have slept with her anyway, even if they talked trash.

blueberry scones in the oven.

I sat next to her at an Avatar panel at Wondercon. And then I discovered that, yeah, she's pretty well known.

Turns out the change helped me. I got to Tally and went to get my luggage only it hadn't gotten there. Turns out my original plane taxied and then had mechanical problems and was delayed. So Mom and I had late lunch and then got my suitcase.

Ow. Came home from date with migraine. Tried to sleep. Took painkiller. Eventually gave in and took strong meds. Now not in pain but feel like a truck ran me over--somehow the zomig makes me feel like someone drained out all the energy of each of my muscles. I hate wasting the whole damn day. Argh.