Those two girls, man. Did you see the picture of the two of them with Ryan Reynolds? I nearly died, so adorable.

That was THE BEST.

Good idea, msbelle, maybe!

Aw, Malia, that's so great.

Poppy seed filling takes FOREVER. Jeesh. I'll just have to see how far I get tonight.

I won a free breakfast for 10 from Protein Bar so I'm feeding my crew in the morning. The drawback is that I need to go in early to pick up the food so we can eat before work starts. I'm so bad at mornings.

Sarameg, I wish I could do the drywall for you. I might actually find that soothing.

I won't even go to Lollapalooza where my shower is only 30-40 minutes away. Burning Man? No.

Secret Sister Teppy the Crime Fighting Nun would rock. Though it would have to a hypothetical order that allowed her to marry, because we need Tim.

How many times has he done "They call me--Tim!"

Guess I should have started these cookies Sunday. I think I need to get as far as grinding the simmered seeds before I go to bed, though. Rolling out and filling and baking tomorrow night. Being very tired, Thursday. Friday sleep in. That should work out okay.

Breakfast for 10, aurelia, sweet score! Too bad you can't get it delivered.

I think I can open up those seams, msbelle, thanks!

So many things in Natter today that I would like to respond to, but I've been working furiously since 7:30am. I just ended my last meeting a few minutes early because people in our Tokyo office punked out.

I won't even go to Lollapalooza where my shower is only 30-40 minutes away. Burning Man? No.

I watched a few minutes of a Burning Man documentary, and everything in me went, "NOPE NOPE NOPE."

I already participate in a gift economy with radical self expression. It's called fandom, and I get to do it where there's indoor plumbing.

Ugh, too busy for more than a drive-by post but wanted to add my support for a mom strike. I need to go on one of those too. MOMS UNITE!

I just completed a flurry of tasks, because I want to spend 22 minutes sitting on the couch in my pajamas drinking some rye and watching comedy before I go to bed even if I will regret it in the morning when my alarm goes off at 5:50.

I'm getting a new teammate tomorrow. I'm supposed to train and mentor her. Have I prepared? No. Have I had time to prepare? Not really.

How do you be a good mentor?

It's Easter?

Sheesh. I live in the land of the clueless.

ME TOO. She's my grandmother, who died 38 years ago and still won't shut up.

42 for me and still true.

I watched a few minutes of a Burning Man documentary, and everything in me went, "NOPE NOPE NOPE."

Folks dear to me go every year. And, much like the generic 'they' who've always thought that my walking across the country and hanging out with the Rainbow Family meant I must be a Dead Head, I have a wholly unearned reputation for being a Burner.

Never in a kabillion years. Not ever. Honestly, just now I tried to think of an 'only if' proposition but, nope, there is nothing that would compel me to go.

I love looking at my friends' photos but, even in my most durable years, I could not imagine being a) that cool or b) that hot (and wheezy).

How do you be a good mentor?

Coach the new person in all the undocumented/unspoken tricks and quirks for Getting Shit Done at Your Co. That's what I did when I had to mentor people. Think of it like giving them clickbait: "This one AMAZING trick will help you get useful information out of the daily stand-up meetings!" and stuff like that.