yeah, I really don't get people peeing on others' thrill that isn't hurting a damn person.

The baby thing doesn't hold much interest for me, but it's not like my hobbies wouldn't cause a lot of people to make faces.

I figure its like play-offs. Lots of people care a ton and eventually the topic will change. I'll possibly tease a few personally along the way if/when they get all "play-offs like carrots".

Exactly. You people probably get sick of hearing me talk about hockey, but you indulge me. I, in turn, indulge your passions.

I'm glad no one took what I said the wrong way.

Oh, sj. How awful for TCG and for you. People get so twisted up in their heads, it's I fathomable. And Suzi, that goes for K-Bug's bf. May his ungrateful ass find enlightenment soon.

Shir, hope you are sleeping soundly and for a long time.

I'm like, yay baby! But don't care much beyond that.

Thanks for all the ~ma, I think that's what got me through the day. It went mercifully fast, thank heavens. Now I'm sitting at the Apple store, waiting for a Genius Bar appt. They are almost 45 min behind on the Mac appointments, apparently there's only one computer genius. I'm kind of having sensory overload and I have work to do when I get home, so I hope he will be right out as promised.

The royal birth just mainly reminds me I want to go back to England.

TCG is understandably upset tonight, but has decided that preparing for his interview at the end of the month is more important than dwelling on any of the craziness.

Smart on TCG's part.

Done and out! Replacement covered under recent repair, yay.

I enjoyed Maureen Johnson's tweets about the baby wait. Anything that has the Dowager Duchess shooting at helicopters from the hospital roof and Prince Phillip vs. waves of Jillifonts is way better than anything CNN will post. [link] (starting about 10 hours ago)

In other news, I've been smelling death for days. When Mom was dying, the hospice nurse or Dad set up a heavy air "freshener" that put this particular, strong, fake spice scent over everything. It's totally associated in my mind with dying. And for the last several days I've been smelling it everywhere. This morning I googled "olfactory hallucinations," (could be head cold, could be brain tumor) which didn't help.

Anyway, tonight I was looking for something in the bathroom and the smell was really strong. I did my best bloodhound imitation and traced it to the bar of soap on the sink. It was from a gift set, and when lathered up it has a nice, non-morbid, spicy scent. But after it dries, the perfume--on the soap or on my skin--turns completely to death scent. And since I was sick last week, I've been extra careful about washing my hands. I've been washing in what my not-so-subconscious considers the smell of death and it's been making me crazy.

The bar is now on the other side of the parking lot. My hands smell like lemon verbena. I'm tempted to empty the contents of my BPAL collection into the air ducts to remove the last vestiges of the death soap from the apartment. Ugh!

I'm glad your day went better than expected, smonster.

Wow Calli. They say that sense of smell can be tied to memories really closely. Sometimes more strongly than sight.

Oh, god, carnations and most species of rose smell like death to me. And the ring tone of one of my supervisors is identical to the ring tone in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit. I twitch a lot when he's slow to answer his phone.