Ooh, hands in, well, gently-used places.(Not much can be truly new if you've had time to post for twenty years, but, okay, new for us.) As far as mortality goes, in theory, I appreciate that some people, including me, might do better with a deadline, but even some of my most nutbag profs, or the activists whom I swear never sleep or find themselves laughing at an episode of King of Queens that feels fresh because they've only watched it three times, could never be as arbitrary about changing things up as The Powers That Be. That is where I cry foul. It might be different if we all got, say, ninety fully mobile years to use as we saw fit,(and, of course a shot at stuff so great that even then, with the extended warranty, we complain at the end.) For a lot of us, it's not like that. Not that, to quote Denis Leary, I'm making any plans.(I *did* get to quote that back to Denis online once...a bucket-list item I didn't know to want...another reason why a demise I'm taking hard is twitter's). Even if I can sort of, I don't know, visit it in the convalescent place...we all know it isn't...well, I'd better stop with that thought or you won't let the Adapted Angel of Death visit you in the hospital.

Unintended cereal: Got my newest seat cushion early...wish me a happy ass for a change.

gives erikaj a little goose just to be sure the cushion is working well.

Ooh. Again, not exactly new(Although my mother tends it with the same passion she brought to her garden once) but it's been a minute.

OK, this is funny/sad. It has been so long since I have been fully turned-on by anything for more than a moment that when it happened to me yesterday, I didn't recognize it. It was a little more intense, given that all my equipment has been fully installed, and little-girl me, wondering why those camera ads made her tingle sometimes, also never had the words or cause to wonder whether her hormones were all right, but in some ways it was like being back there. I mean, I was beginning to feel that I like Ali Wong's comedy, but I didn't realize that I *liked* that comedy show on a very visceral level. Dirty talk about women getting everything and getting to step out, too. Kind of does it for me, I guess?(Not exactly shocking, but I'm also not the postpartum chick she's talking to either.) Even more than most, that would have been a hella awkward gynecological visit.

From the department of randomness: How is it that I've lost 60-70 lbs, yet I'm only down 1 size? I feel like I hear diet commercials with people bragging, "I'm down 30 lbs and 4 dress sizes!" Are non-plus sizes *that* finely tuned? Or are the commercials, as so many commercials are, full of crap?

there is a certain amount of arbitrary in sizes. four seems like a lot.

Someone once commented that dress sizes were designed by 16 ferrets on crack. Doesn't sound impossible.

I don't pay as much attention to size as I do comfort of late, so I probably take a larger size than needed. Also, yes, sizes make no sense. When I buy something on line I have to read all the reviews to see if they run small or large, usually it is small.

Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure some of it is people who went from a 10 to a 6 counting it as 4 sizes rather than 2 (can they be that dumb?) But still - 60 lbs was from size 20 to 18 (or a lot of 2XL to XL). Seems like it ought to be more. Though the wardrobe that I don't have to *completely* replace says to be thankful!