It's a surreal social/political pressure that I feel when someone downplays racism, and I feel the urge to point out that no, not from where I (and others) am standing, like if I point out racism, I'll be labelled a troublemaker of some sort.

I still do it--twice today I couldn't let the "Thankfully *my* country is a racial utopia" comment go by, but...Brazil and the UK? Really?

Fine. Troublemaker it is.

But also home goer! Whoot woot!

Damn. Forgot to pee. Gotta put that on my list.

To get on my shuttle, I have to leave my desk at 5:00 (latest) and run straight down. But then I can be home in 10-20 minutes, so I usually just pee when I get home. But tonight I meant to walk home, and forgot! So I was outside, in time for the shuttle, and had to pee. So I didn't walk. La-Z.

I saw on some cooking show that ketchup was originally fish sauce

Oh, I've heard that! That the name was kind of universally applied to any condiment but mostly meant a pickled fish sauce like, uh, Thai fish sauce. I'm sure that has another name. And how it came to mean the sweetened tomatoey thing was kind of complicated. I want to say I read about it in Salt, hence the emphasis on pickling.

When we checked into the hotel on our wedding night, H told the concierge, "My girlfriend's parking the car."

Which, you know, I'd never have known had he been less enough mortified not to confess. It does take a while. Plus, "husband" is such an odd word. Looks funny, sounds funny in the mouth. Implies caring for livestock of some--or all--types. Guy, fella, other half, lotsa euphemisms I like better. I'm not overly fond of "wife" either, with its load of being part of the household goods. Or I could just be cranky this afternoon.

I get very pissy when people call me Hubby's "better half." I'll be his other half, but I won't be better. (I reminded him today, while perturbed with him, that if he keeps saying "I don't deserve you," that one day I may agree with him.)

I brought Devi's ashes home tonight. :/ Yes, it requires an emoticon.

I jokingly call Beau my better half. I think it is supposed to be endearing, not insulting!

Part of the wrench of moving was the little graveyard out under the old plum tree. I'm sorry Sara.

Aww, sara, that's hard.

I jokingly call Beau my better half. I think it is supposed to be endearing, not insulting!

I actually think "fiancé(e)" sounds weird as applied to him and me, though that could be somewhat to do with being BF/GF for 7 years. But I am looking forward to being able to yell "Husband!" out the back door to get his attention. And he is welcome to call me his old lady if he so desires.

I think it is supposed to be endearing, not insulting!

Yes, it's supposed to be.