So sad about Dolly

And I was thinking of the vampire slayer/garlic irony immediately but could not think how to put it in comprehensible words...

Ha, the only finger on my left hand that is responding at all normally is the one I use for flipping people off. My occupational therapist had a good giggle over it: "C'mon, Karl, show me how you really feel about it."

“I appreciate receiving it earlier than expected but my schedule is based on the original deadlines provided.”

That sounds right. Better than "How about fuck no?"

When I was young and learning about that gesture, I kind of used to offer the wrong finger a lot. Because it's not like you get *taught* to do it as much as just seeing someone do it and my muscle memory is super-slow to develop so...I got laughed at a few times. Basically, I couldn't flip off for the same reason I can't "LIve long and Prosper" somebody--my fingers think they are a group that's not super into solos. but there are only two that can really type.

(Actually, I think she's amazed my brother made it to 50, because for quite a while it seemed like he was going to flame out early thanks to lots of booze and drugs. But he's turned it around pretty well.)

I only met your brother fleetingly (along with your mom and step dad) at his brew pub in Vermont, but I liked him a lot. It always makes me happy to hear he is doing well.

Best wishes on the surgery. I understand the procedures have been refined considerably since your last one and your recovery should be even smoother.

I'm stealing that, Karl.

explain what your formative media is...

Heh. I re-read Clan of the Cave Bear as an adult and it was a list of my kinks. I was into the hunting and building stuff which is why I read it at 12 or so but maybe I shouldn't have.

George Harrison's mother listened to late night broadcasts of Indian music while she was pregnant with him, so that's pretty cool.

Aw Laura, I'm so sorry.

Also, maybe OT would have gone better if I had that therapist. I always got either the boring one with no sense of humor. Or, probably, in retrospect, somebody who was just mad because her life blew up in ways that had nothing to do with me, but she's gonna leave me with a complex anyway(I hope that made her feel better because dragging it around for over thirty years hasn't done much for me.) Except that my feeling when I got cut off from therapy was an immense relief that abled people never understand.

Well, have booked a flight and car and a hotel near the airport for my reunion. The only way I have seen to buy tickets to the actual thing is using Zelle and I don't have that, so I may have to interact with a human being (who I apparently went to school with but don't remember at all so I proactively feel terrible)

Timelies all!

Bummed about Dolly. She was a Good Person.

Tomorrow we get up at Stupid O'Clock to catch a 9 am flight to L.A. for the World Science Fiction Convention.(Actually in Anaheim.) Should be fun, if we don't melt.

Today is a day to celebrate the birth of lisah! I hope you have a delightful day and that the year to come is all you hope for and more.

Smooth travels, Sheryl.