See, that's what always confused me -- it was clear to me that Big Bird was a kid, and Snuffalpagus, too, but Bert and Ernie always struck me as adults. Maybe because they had their own apartment? And they never talked about their moms or dads?

Grover, on the other hand, seemed sort of like a perpetual 12-year-old. Oscar was always a grownup in my head, too, I think because of his voice.

I never ever use my phone to talk to coworkers, I get up and go to their office, or even their building, to talk to them. I also grew up in a house where my brothers shouted for my parents, and I hated that. .

Kermit and Miss Piggy are canonically adults; Bert and Ernie are not.

Bert's unibrow always made him look pretty damn adult to me, although I suppose he could be Maggie Simpson's nemsis at an older age.

We've come up with terms for cubicle relationships. The person on the otherside of the cubicle wall is your neighbicle, and the group of cubicles is the cubihood. Defining these terms required half an hour of calling back and forth over the walls to determine if I was the neighbicle of the person on the other side of the person right next to me. We also chortled like twelve year olds at the sound of "neighbicle."

My coworker and I totally talk across the cubicles. We're the only ones until recently. And the new guy doesn't seem to mind.

Yeah, I never thought Ernie and Bert needed to be kids, so much as I thought they were looking back at me. Nothing in my experience of them requires them to be any particular age, so I can consider attributes of many ages.

But it's not like you need to be grownup to be gay either.

"So you're all moved in here, then? I see you have your knife up, your pretty boys up..."

All nice and comfy, girl in the boys club. So far topics have been "Superman movie--worth pirating?" and "Best beaches to surf" and "How expensive is too expensive for tea in the workplace?"

I'm in the Bert and Ernie are buddies with no sexuality whatsoever camp. Roomies and best buds.

I'm not offended by the cover, but there surely were better options.

I am Laura.

Noodle must be having the best hunting dream. Lots of twitching and licking of the chops.

I never knew what to make of Bert and Ernie, though I liked the rubber ducky song. Crap and now my brain goes to rubber ducky kink which I don't get either.

Right now I'm in the midst of a storm that makes me remember that I have way too many large trees in my yard.