I do remember noticing that people my age without kids tended to hate Elmo, and people my age with kids were so fucking grateful for his influence that they liked him. I don't know how pervasive or durable that attitude is, but one of those hints that I probably wasn't going to be raising kids.
Along with the multi-million others. Not really a close call, that.
I loved Thatcher at the time because she was a woman and in charge. Didn't take that many years for me to feel that wasn't enough. But I am still defensive of Indira Gandhi for pretty much that entire reason.
I am
dead
this morning. It's hella windy (cafe employees are mocking the hair on people walking by, but not mine!), enough that you can smell the ocean from here, and you're not supposed to. Doors are hard to open, and you're actually leaning into the wind.
Interview ~ma to msbelle and -t! With extra Kermit arms!
Yay -t and msbelle for interviews!
Such a hard time getting up this morning: I blame the Benadryl I took last night. But I ended up only half an hour late to work.
Damn, my networking lunch partner tomorrow wants a late lunch, but I have to take my mother to the dermatologist... Argh.
Brenda, three hours of calls before 8am is just wrong. Dang.
Good luck msbelle and t!
I don't want to get up. It's cold out and my bed is so cozy. I already read my emails.
This [link] came across my dash. It's an artist complaining that Disney stole her work--both line for line, and then a redraw based on it. I'm not sure how much control one can exert over the redraw (it's Alice doing the same thing as her picture, framed the same way, but a Disney styled Alice, not the ornate one like hers). But since they also seem to have used it identically, that becomes less relevant.
And now I have to track down that site that was for people who had their art stolen.
The clouds are moving so fast that it feels like watching a time lapse.
