Hey, I didn't bring what things should properly called into it. I'll defend your right to call it food processto if you want to.

stumbles into thread I have finished today's to-do list, in spite of wanting to do nothing but sleep and take pain meds for the Lyme flare-up that's been going on for a week or so. Someone please come make me dinner and cocktails.

I just used uber for the first few times this weekend. Quite liked it. Very easy.

I think it's probably easier/less likely to be offensive from someone who is also not from here, ita. Though I've certainly gotten into chats with cabbies about wherever they're from , usually because we start with the weather and they then compare it to morocco or Ethiopia or wherever. (The Moroccan guy then found out I'm from Indiana, and said he wants to go there because he hears there are big girls, and he likes parks and rec, but his wife won't let him!)

My fitbit says I averaged 22 flights of stairs a day last week. Moving up to the 4th floor of the building certainly helps with that count at least.

I've been avoiding news about the CEO of Mozilla because quitting using Firefox would be a PITA. Too many open tabs.

My excuse right now is passwords I don't want to have to try to remember. I just read this news about 20 minutes ago so I'll give myself a guilt break for a little longer. I've already had to deal with not being able to remember passwords at work today. I have a system and everything but there's always some system that's password is out of sync with others and I can never keep them all straight.

I've already had to deal with not being able to remember passwords at work today. I have a system and everything but there's always some system that's password is out of sync with others and I can never keep them all straight.

I'm slowly developing a system, but a lot of it is too little too late. There are too many, and some of them are too old.

Tomorrow is the Big Day Of Awkwardness where I might show up to work with boss lady in a meeting being fired and I'ma be outside raking something, or I show up and she hasn't had her termination meeting yet and I have to explain the new hires delay and make fake plans for the week and then go outside and rake something while she packs up her (our) office.

Please, ED, don't fail me now. You're my only hope to dodge this "hi, I helped get you fired" bullet.

Felt like I was hit by a truck today, pretty sure it was cause of the stain fumes messing with my sleep. Swim felt like repeatedly hitting a truck, and lo and behold, it was also cause I was going faster than usual. I guess that's good? Feel less like ass.

So of course I came home and primered 2 sides of 12 spindles (and one side of 3.) Not to the tops or bottoms, but as close as I could get without getting worried about messing something up. Pumpkincat would like to attack the brush from the opposite side. This is problematic.

I maintain you can do it nicely, and just had a great conversation with a driver from Cote D'Ivoire by just starting out with "I don't recognise your accent--where's it from?"

Not taxi drivers, but I have asked a number of the kids friends because that generation in this area has a large number of children with unusual combinations of parents. My first hint is usually names that are odd combinations of surname and given name. I've found they are usually delighted to tell me about their Russian mom and dad from St. Kitts, or whatever the heritage. (just a random example I thought of because the child has a Russian first name and French last name)

I think it's probably easier/less likely to be offensive from someone who is also not from here, ita

But it's not like you can tell unless I volunteer it, and I haven't had anyone bristle and then warm up at the revelation. It's just that the conversation takes a turn then to "us" instead of "me and you."

I ask almost anyone whose name or accent comes into play and we're put together for a little--if you meet someone whose name is the equivalent of Margaret Robles with a heavy Indian accent, well, I was bursting with at least one question. And sometimes the answer is just "My father liked the name."

And it's not like American accents aren't up for questioning.

Ugh -- I'm so annoyed about how little I cared about the finale of HIMYM.