From a conversation about quick edits versus HTML...

Jessica: HMTL is so ingrained that I have to stop myself from using it when I'm typing in Word now. QuickEdit is counter-intuitive -- like PMM said, it may be fewer keystrokes, but the thinking part takes longer.

ita: Ah, you kids today. So used to all this RAM, and all this bandwidth. Back in my day, we had to move the electrons uphill by HAND, so you'll just understand why every bit was precious.

And a little later...

John H: D'oh! I meant, do you hit the "close" button, the one that isn't actually connected with the door closing at all.

ita: Exqueeze me, but some of them do work. So there.

John H: You fell into my trap! Yeah, some of them work. But you don't know which ones, do you? Fiendish, isn't it?

No seriously, it's an option, a preference, on lifts. The building manager in my building told me officially that it was turned off for us. But I still press it.

I'm not normal...

ita: Well, I look at it this way. If you never press it, the door never closes earlier. If you always press it, it sometimes does.

The cost of pressing is cheap, and the potential rewards great.

I press it.

DXMachina: About the only 'close' buttons I ever press are the ones in the hotel I usually stay at when I'm in NOLA, because the button works, and they take forever to close if left to their own devices. Other than that, the elevator really has to be wasting my time for me to press the button. Easygoing, that's me...

ita: I like to be alone in the elevator. The "close" button is the way least like to get me arrested.

I've been on Facebook and added more friends than in the past several years cumulative and here's what I've realized, I need to mute people that I know from places like ... not here. Sure, I went to school with them but they are the weird strangers on the internet. We're friends.

You gave me strength to move to the PNW. You gave me more strength to leave and be with my Dad as we were losing him. And I don't doubt you be on the next step as well. Whatever and whenever it is.

Aillean, I am so sorry for your loss.

There may have been some drinkin', is what I'm sayin'.

Pfft. The cocktail you were warning me would kick my ass wasn't even 80 proof.

But if you have 9 of them, that's like...720 proof.

Which is more than enough proof to prove that I don't understand proof.

Only 9?

I'm trying to remember if we went to Pat O'Brians for hurricanes. Things are fuzzy.

Also, weren't there, like, people having sex on the balcony across from our hotel?

Oh God, the people having sex across the street! I'd forgotten about that.

Good times.

I missed that, but I think Trudy held a watch-and-post party in her room.

Aillean, it's too young, and too tragic, and I'm so sorry, for you and for her husband and sons.

I have spent more time on FB in the last two days than I have in the last four *years*. I will probably check in more there, but it is not a comfy place for me, nor will I be greatly expanding my friends there. I'm happy here. Here is good. But the pictures are there, so.

Also, weren't there, like, people having sex on the balcony across from our hotel?

With all the talk of drinks and proof, it took me a moment to parse out that you were talking about *actual* sex, and not some NOLA drink special.

Still kills me that I missed that F2F. I love that city so dearly, and I wanted so badly to be in it with Buffistas (to be fair, I honeymooned there with a Buffista AIWFG, but I am greedy and want more).

Oh, I was upset about missing New Orleans too, and then doubly so when Katrina hit just a few months later.