Glad your son seems to be okay, Laura!

Happy belated Birthday, Toddson!

I wonder how the guy who drove up to the cafe as I was leaving in his giant SUV with front wheels jacked up so high he might not be able to see the road and base thumping out of his speakers as infrasound would react to the knowledge that he immediately inspired the thought "just how small can a penis get, anyway?"

I'm sorry, Sheryl. Good you are okay, but dealing with insurance and body shops is a pain.

"just how small can a penis get, anyway?"

There are so many times when DH and I say "so sorry about your penis, dude" when various vehicles offend the serenity of A1A.

Eeep. My hockey game is tied and I am hoping for my team to lose. What will be will be.

Wait, why do you want them to lose?

Bum side of private suite, no windows. However, that let me sleep and sleep and sleep the infusion away, which let me stay awake most of the night, which makes me think there's more than one bum side to private suite.

All the private suites have mezuzahs in the doorways, which his definitely not a bum side.

dcp, I'm so sorry, for him, for you, for his wife and all the what-ifs.

Happy belated, toddson! Whenever I hear/read your name I think of the first time I saw you in person, all dressed up for the F2F prom in DC, and thinking, "She's the most regal, majestic person I've ever seen."

Also not bum, I spat out a 10K word story. Waiting for the right time to post (apparently there's Greenwich Mean Time and new story alerts and what-all to consider), but I wrote again! I don't care if it's fic, it's writing and it doesn't suck and I'm just so happy.

YAY writing! I'm so happy for you, JZ.

I feel like about the time my mother died so did most of my drive to write. I still read a lot of fic, but my creative output is limited to the yearly 3-sentence ficathon these days...

I feel like about the time my mother died so did most of my drive to write.

I'm so sorry. It seems like the worst loss to get past in so many ways. Writing could still happen again, though. I know I had no expectations of ever writing again after a couple of decades without, and then *bam* I got hit up sideways by a new show that broke open all kinds of locked-up things in me.

Wait, why do you want them to lose?

If our team didn't clinch the series last night they would have played at home tomorrow and we had tickets. But they won! Which cool, they go to the next level, but no doubt the tickets will be seriously pricey. I mean it was over $500 for the last round, and that is as far as my loyalty goes. I'll be refunded now that they won the series. Likely can get full-season tickets for next year for less than the next-round tickets. Anyway, go Panthers!

"She's the most regal, majestic person I've ever seen."

Indeed. I remember this well.

but I wrote again! I don't care if it's fic, it's writing and it doesn't suck and I'm just so happy.

And this makes me happy!

I mean it was over $500 for the last round, and that is as far as my loyalty goes.

Yeah, if I'm paying over $500 for a ticket, the end of the sentence had better be "to Paris/Athens/London."

I was today years old when I learned that Peacock is streaming the Eurovision final, starting at 12PT. Johnny Weir is presenting.

(I will be watching the Beeb's stream - Johnny, ILU, but the UK is hosting and Hannah Waddingham is presenting and Graham Norton is providing commentary, wouldn't you rather be watching this?)

I thought it might be a draft-pick thing, Laura. Which is rather close to my sum-total sports knowledge really, but I am pretty good at seeming like I know to people that don't.