Fortunately for me, most of the people I mutter at are not here to hear me. But I try to keep it subvocal, because I am professional.

I managed to be a little productive at work, plus I tricked AT&T and got Hulu to stream video AND I tricked Hulu and got it to Chromecast to my TV. Ha ha, eat it, jerks!

Just found a job position in Zurich. I should express interest in that.

shrift have you been to Zurich? Pretty but super reserved because...full of Swiss.

Apart from the opening number, I thought NPH was off his game, but I loved Lady Gaga, and I was really pleased to see so many winners speaking up about issues and making statements that will get replayed tomorrow.

I am completely Burrell in this.

I looked forward to NPH hosting more than any other host, ever. I ended up feeling totally meh, and sometimes squirmy with his performance. It's been said many other places, but joking about 'it takes a lot of balls to wear that dress' right after the lady talks about her son's suicide? Srsly? I would have given him credit for being able to adlib over a pre-planned joke better than that.

Speaking of which, the whole 'predictions' thing ended up beaten like the proverbial horse with a lengthy, uninteresting pay off.

I thought his comic sensibilities were better than what he displayed. Makes me think his delivery (of other people's writing) is the real genius. They should have gotten Joss to write for him.

Do we all need lovely jeweled brooches spelling out "that's just my face"?

If this exists, I need one in both casual and evening wear.

eta: ita would totally have told me off about that missed close tag. Sorry ita!

Timelies all!

For a Monday today wasn't too bad.(Some soreness from yesterday's shoveling, but otherwise ok.)

Also, I seem to have "resting sad face" judging by the comments I occasionally get.

shrift have you been to Zurich?

...I have not been to Zurich. People seem to really like our office there, but now you have me looking at articles that describe it as a "buttoned-up banking town."

You can introduce them to slounging.

It probably means that no one would try to talk to you on public transportation!

Channing Tatum - don't get it. His face is weirdly shaped and I don't like his ears.

I love you, Jess. His eyes bug me more than his ears, but I really just can't with his face. Someone last night said, "Yeah, it's not about the face, it's about everything underneath the face," but, really, it's not like the entertainment world is lacking in boys who have pretty bodies *and* pretty faces. I feel like I should be getting him, because he is clearly a Thing with so many people I respect, but I just don't. My eyeballs are tone-deaf to him.

I just got back from escorting Matilda's class back to school from a field trip to the Aquarium of the Bay, out at Pier 39. This entailed a bus trip downtown and a long walk from the Ferry Building up to the tourist zone, during which I got to eavesdrop on some kids playing Truth or Dare (mostly Truthing, mostly trying to find out who the others considered friends, friends who were boys/girls, who they had crushes on, who they LIKED liked [how this was different than having a crush was not explained], and who they thought might have a crush on or LIKE like them).

There was also a hand-jive-ish game I hadn't heard since I was six or seven -- counting on the fingers with "Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny WHOOPS Johnny-WHOOPS Johnny Johnny Johnny Johnny." Does anyone else remember this? And a lot of poking and shoving and pinching and getting each other in headlocks, and one kid or another having an attack of mopes and drooping off and having to be cozened by the teacher back into good cheer and participation. She's kind of a wizard.

The Aquarium itself was much fun, and fairly uneventful with a side of delightful (river otters at feeding/training time for maximal cuteness and interactivity), right up until end-of-lunch cleanup time.

We were all sitting in the play area by the pier, finishing off the last few bites and gathering up all the wrappers and bags, when a handsome and well-groomed guy walked up to us and said smilingly, "Kids? Out on a field trip, huh?" And we all said yes because he radiated sanity, authority and pleasantness -- most deceptively, it turned out, because his next words were: "Just a few rules, kids. First, always follow God, because He's the one who made you. Next, if you're a girl, make sure when you grow up that you marry a boy and only a boy, so then you can be a princess! And boys, make sure that you marry a girl and only a girl [he didn't promise the boys any royal status to go with their cis/het marriages -- too bad, boys]. And then -- "

"Kids, I think it's best we just walk away RIGHT NOW," Ms. DB said in her most I-love-you-all-but-do-as-I-say-this-instant voice. And everyone jumped up and single-filed away more quickly and obediently than at any other point all day.

The man yelled after us, "And don't listen to her! She doesn't know what the hell she's talking about! She's going to go to hell! Grown-ups are terrible! They've messed up the world!"

"Just keep walking!" Ms. DB shouted cheerfully.

As we walked, I could hear a couple of the boys whispering, "That guy was RUDE! And MEAN to Ms. DB! We should punch him." Matilda said, "I think we're walking away because Ms. DB wanted to punch him herself, although she's usually very un-violent." And another boy said, "He's got a bad case of thinking too much about God."

Then we had to all huddle together on the F Market platform to put some distance between ourselves and an audibly stenchy man, only to get on and sit right next to another audibly stenchy man with splotchy pants and a pocket knife. God-wants-you-to-be-a-het-princess man was starting to look good in comparison.

Ahhhh, urban field trips!