I like that song more than I should, and love the gender-swap.

So, there is a UCLA professor who is on twitter and he posted 2 instagram photos that are Weiner-like, (as in Anthony), Weiner-reminiscent. The first one had his address on it, so I tweeted him and said, you might want to delete this tweet because it has your address on it. I found his house in 5 minutes.

OMG, Le Nubian. That is messed up.

I love that video! I've only heard the song twice--once on Graham Norton, and then one to see what the fuss was over the video. I love the remake, and spit upon the people who say that putting the men in glitter and makeup made them gay and not subverting anything at all.

Shit, I googled "first kiss" for research for a pic, and I'm having fluttery feelings instead of, you know, drawing.

AND I found the open browser window where I'd selected Colin's birthday card and not sent it. Meanwhile, some other medical unprofessional used his (emergency) number as the emergency of scheduling an oxygen saturation test totally warrants escalation. I HAVEN'T ANSWERED TWO CALLS. ONE OF THEM WAS TODAY.. I yelled at them last time, and I'm going to have to yell at them again.

I...don't quite know what you mean, ita, but it doesn't sound good.

Oh shit -- I just remembered I have a call with a headhunter tomorrow morning. At least it doesn't conflict with my pedicure, but I'd better go to bed so I'm up and at em by then.

Kate, I have no personal experience, but feel like the answer is Madhur Jaffrey?

I agree. Well, maybe. Her cookbooks aren't always the best for easy stuff. I've got some of hers, and Lord Krishna's Cuisine, which is comprehensive but a bit overwhelming, and The Indian Vegan Kitchen, which seems to take some shortcuts but makes good food pretty easily and quickly.

For some reason, the company goes right to emergency number after two tries at me--to tell me to come in and pick up a pulse ox machine for a sleep test. EMERGENCY. This is not one, and whoever's being nice enough to me to be my emergency crap shouldn't have to field those calls (they called me at 4 Friday, 1 today, Colin at 4 today) any time, but LEAST OF ALL THEIR BIRTHDAYS.

When I told my old manager I hadn't realised she was the only non-Indian on the team now old boss turned to me and said "West Indian. Pfft. Close enough." "Except in cricket," I reminded him. "Mortal enemies," he said nodding. Former manager's expression was all "post-colonial bonding AGAIN?"

The entry level Madhur Jaffrey is Quick and Easy Indian Cooking. Not exclusively veg. We cook from it all the time and have liked every single thing we've made.

I really like the Blurred Lines song. Luckily I pretty much never listen to song lyrics. I mean, the only line I could have told you was in the song is "good girl." My main takeaway from the video is wondering why they made Robin Thicke's eyes blue, when they are brown IRL. (Okay, I know why they did it, because it makes him hotter, so maybe my question is how?)

I really like the Blurred Lines song.

Me too. There are exactly two songs on the charts this year that I've actually enjoyed, and that's one of them. (The other one is Bom Bom, by Sam And The Womp.)

Prince George Alfred Sharknado Stormborn. Obviously

Whew. Original mortgage now comes up as paid in full. No shenanigans.

Prince George Alfred Sharknado Stormborn. Obviously

Love.