Giant robots punching giant monsters really should be enough, but so often, it isn't.

I'm home with a sick kiddo today (currently napping), and finally catching up with my Buffistas after a busy weekend and two days of my new job. (Asking to take today off, after having worked only two days, was really not in my plans for my first week on the job, but I'm lucky that my new boss seems very understanding.) The job is good and interesting, but man, I forgot how tiring it can be to start a new job and have to meet everyone and learn lots of stuff very quickly. I feel like I could sleep for days.

Arrrgh! My landlord just suggested I get wireless headphones for late night tv watching. MY TV WASN'T ON!

Speaking of GdT, I walked into Booksmith the other day and found out that he's the editor of a horror series for Penguin Books, and wrote a really interesting introduction.

All I've found with FB is it gives my family another platform to not communicate.

TOUCHE.

This is really kind of amazing. I've discovered ancestors back to 1767 on one branch and 1700 on another.

I clearly need to have a family member who's done a bunch of work!

I do have a family tree drawn up in the 1930s (I believe), but it's only one branch, and some of it putters out... interestingly.

Argh, aurelia. I'm sure you told the landlord that, as well.

Jesse, I think I need to share this baby alpaca with Good Stuff followers. IJS.

I think I've just discovered another down side of unemployment: when the weather gets colder, you have to heat your house on weekdays. Hmm.

Since Buffistas know everything....for my dad's 65th birthday the sibs and I are supposed to be getting together and buying him a broken down boat he can restore. Anyone know where (in the DC area) we might find something like that??

Not knowing what you mean by boat, exactly, maybe start calling the area yacht clubs and/or marinas for suggestions of where to start looking/how to look?

Jesse, I think I need to share this baby alpaca with Good Stuff followers. IJS.

So sweet!

On the heat front, my first year out of college, I lived in a rowhouse in DC with two roommates. It was the worst winter ever, so we were home from work for a week or more, in a house that was super drafty, especially on the first floor, where of course we were all hanging out. AND I was a temp, which meant I wasn't getting paid for the snow days, but did have to pay for the heat. The worst.

Also, shrift, I found a *YourLastName* in my family tree, so I'm now convinced that we're related.

Ha. Out of curiosity, I just checked how common MyLastName is, and while it's no Smith, there are a lot of us.