You didn't put spinach in them, did you?

That's my secret! No spinach.

I wish I'd been gobsmacked this morning when my aunt sent me a forward where Charlie Daniels defends Paula Deen, but unfortunately my reaction was, "Of course you fucking side with the racists."

I do not have any interest in finding out the news. I pick up stuff here or on Facebook or just general conversation and that is depressing enough.

This is pretty much me, though I do try to read at least a little of the newspaper each day.

Hey, I just called about the dog that followed us home on Wednesday, and he got picked up by his owners the next day. YAY

Re: spinach popsicles: :-P

I am such a homebody. I have been here teaching for less than 5 days and I miss my family like crazy. I hated living apart from mr. flea for 9 months the first year we were married. And yet there are people who do this sort of thing all the time - travel 50% of the time, academic couples - with kids! - who live in different states. Yoicks, I say.

I agree with you about the echo chamber, Jesse. It might be a bigger one than some of the people I'm angry with, but there's no reason for me to pretend that I'm not comforting myself and cutting myself off to some degree too.

My sister just informed me about the sprinting doping revelations (well, most recent ones, anyway) and I am holding my breath for the moment we find out Usain's doping too. That seems to be the right size of bad news right now--not mortal or foreboding or massive in scope, but shit in the way that reminds you that we are, as a species, SHIT.

Also, I have no popsicles. I think my current yoghurt and fresh blueberry obsession (imagine me buying one of each brand of fresh blueberries in three stores and pending so I can work out if I have a favourite, and then running out of blueberries inside a week) might need them. I'm assuming that I could make plain+blueberry popsicles, right? The question is, can I make plain+blueberry+granola popsicles. That is the question indeed.

I think it's part of my Virgo-ness, I can also do things like seriously organize a bathroom cabinet while having bottles and lotions an jewelry still all over the counter...but by then I'm too tired to clean those!

My Capricornicity does not suggest this is a particularly sign-specific trait.

And yet there are people who do this sort of thing all the time - travel 50% of the time, academic couples - with kids! - who live in different states. Yoicks, I say.

I just saw that the husband of an important person at my job got a job that is in LA, but I guess mostly on the weekend. They have small kids! What does this mean??

but there's no reason for me to pretend that I'm not comforting myself and cutting myself off to some degree too.

Oh yeah, I love it. I would be shocked if I turned on the national news and the first 15 minutes weren't about reproductive health and politics.

The question is, can I make plain+blueberry+granola popsicles. That is the question indeed.

Of course!

Hey, I just called about the dog that followed us home on Wednesday, and he got picked up by his owners the next day. YAY

That's great!

They have small kids! What does this mean??

Me? My father had a lot of travel in his job, obviously, but he had at least one posting where we didn't follow him for a year.

Want to know what that explains? Everything.

Of course!

You're probably assuming a rational level of granola. No such assumption is yet borne out in practice, but if most of the popsicle is made of stuff that doesn't freeze, rations will need re-examination.

I'd love a spinach cheese popsicle. That too, right?

Great for the dog!

I mean, of course people live apart because of all kinds of circumstances, but it does make me a little nervous about the coworker. She's a Big Deal at my job, so I can't imagine she was leaving, but... why is his job moving across the country? It is currently in DC! The whole thing is offputting. Mostly because I work in a place where I learn things like this from the (industry) news.

Spinach + cheese Popsicle= big yes from me, please.

Gah. I fucked up and left brunch too late for the ferry I wanted but too early to turn back and still make the later ferry. Good times for the time I was there, though!