Amused easily?

Jim's doing impressions of the probe on its way to Pluto this morning. It involves speed lines and "holy fuck, who lit a match?!"

OH - prayers worked yesterday. Someone mentioned Ninentendo being the Apple of the handheld world? Can you say Apple Store at the same place that Lickety Split was at? Where I got my Mac Mini?

My AC:WW friends code is 1718-6240-6872. My town's name is El Lay, and my character's name is Soleil. Go for it.

There was also a "healthy eating alternative" spot called Tacone in plain view - and for $6, roughly, I had a wrap, a small bowl of soup and a drink. The wrap was more chicken than anything else, including flavor (grilled or grilled and steamed chicken - tender, but tasteless) but the soup was good, for mass-produced "homestyle" soup. They also put handfull of thick-cut potato chips in there - and I couldn't help but note that they were cooked a bit too long for most people's taste. (Ever look for the really overcooked brown chips in the bag? I do - but I don't know many people like me.)

Lickety-Split was a very tiny place that had more food than ice cream. And like most things in Manhattan Village? Waaay too much. But I have a place Jim can salve his frozen custard jones if he ever needed to (it's something of a mid-western thing - never ran into the stuff before going back to St. Louis that first time).

Got word at work yesterday that my cube-mate next door, the oldest person in our department? His wife had their first child the day before - something of an unexpected event, and he'd kept it under his hat for nearly the entire pregnancy. I think he was concerned that the pregnancy wouldn't end in a viable baby - and I truly believe he thought he was going to be childfree his entire life. She's 6 lbs and change, 16" long and unnamed at the moment. And Barry has almost ten years on me. His wife is from Thailand - and they've been married .. um .. gee. A looong time - but for all of his "hurr hurr I'm de man" talk, he refers to her still as "his bride" - and worships the ground she walks on.

Yeah, yeah - with all the shit going on with us, there's been a baby derby going on at work. (There's another guy up in web development waiting for his wife to go into labor as we speak.) I envy Barry his Y chromosome that allows him the option of having children so easily, older than me. He didn't want this - and I'm struggling like hell. *laughs* Ain't no justice in THIS game, chitlins.

In other news, being able to climb into a pre-warmed bed with a DS and playing until tired is a pretty good way to end the day this week.

Amused easily?

Jim's doing impressions of the probe on its way to Pluto this morning. It involves speed lines and "holy fuck, who lit a match?!"

OH - prayers worked yesterday. Someone mentioned Ninentendo being the Apple of the handheld world? Can you say Apple Store at the same place that Lickety Split was at? Where I got my Mac Mini?

My AC:WW friends code is 1718-6240-6872. My town's name is El Lay, and my character's name is Soleil. Go for it.

There was also a "healthy eating alternative" spot called Tacone in plain view - and for $6, roughly, I had a wrap, a small bowl of soup and a drink. The wrap was more chicken than anything else, including flavor (grilled or grilled and steamed chicken - tender, but tasteless) but the soup was good, for mass-produced "homestyle" soup. They also put handfull of thick-cut potato chips in there - and I couldn't help but note that they were cooked a bit too long for most people's taste. (Ever look for the really overcooked brown chips in the bag? I do - but I don't know many people like me.)

Lickety-Split was a very tiny place that had more food than ice cream. And like most things in Manhattan Village? Waaay too much. But I have a place Jim can salve his frozen custard jones if he ever needed to (it's something of a mid-western thing - never ran into the stuff before going back to St. Louis that first time).

Got word at work yesterday that my cube-mate next door, the oldest person in our department? His wife had their first child the day before - something of an unexpected event, and he'd kept it under his hat for nearly the entire pregnancy. I think he was concerned that the pregnancy wouldn't end in a viable baby - and I truly believe he thought he was going to be childfree his entire life. She's 6 lbs and change, 16" long and unnamed at the moment. And Barry has almost ten years on me. His wife is from Thailand - and they've been married .. um .. gee. A looong time - but for all of his "hurr hurr I'm de man" talk, he refers to her still as "his bride" - and worships the ground she walks on.

Yeah, yeah - with all the shit going on with us, there's been a baby derby going on at work. (There's another guy up in web development waiting for his wife to go into labor as we speak.) I envy Barry his Y chromosome that allows him the option of having children so easily, older than me. He didn't want this - and I'm struggling like hell. *laughs* Ain't no justice in THIS game, chitlins.

In other news, being able to climb into a pre-warmed bed with a DS and playing until tired is a pretty good way to end the day this week.

Amused easily?

Jim's doing impressions of the probe on its way to Pluto this morning. It involves speed lines and "holy fuck, who lit a match?!"

OH - prayers worked yesterday. Someone mentioned Ninentendo being the Apple of the handheld world? Can you say Apple Store at the same place that Lickety Split was at? Where I got my Mac Mini?

My AC:WW friends code is 1718-6240-6872. My town's name is El Lay, and my character's name is Soleil. Go for it.

There was also a "healthy eating alternative" spot called Tacone in plain view - and for $6, roughly, I had a wrap, a small bowl of soup and a drink. The wrap was more chicken than anything else, including flavor (grilled or grilled and steamed chicken - tender, but tasteless) but the soup was good, for mass-produced "homestyle" soup. They also put handfull of thick-cut potato chips in there - and I couldn't help but note that they were cooked a bit too long for most people's taste. (Ever look for the really overcooked brown chips in the bag? I do - but I don't know many people like me.)

Lickety-Split was a very tiny place that had more food than ice cream. And like most things in Manhattan Village? Waaay too much. But I have a place Jim can salve his frozen custard jones if he ever needed to (it's something of a mid-western thing - never ran into the stuff before going back to St. Louis that first time).

Got word at work yesterday that my cube-mate next door, the oldest person in our department? His wife had their first child the day before - something of an unexpected event, and he'd kept it under his hat for nearly the entire pregnancy. I think he was concerned that the pregnancy wouldn't end in a viable baby - and I truly believe he thought he was going to be childfree his entire life. She's 6 lbs and change, 16" long and unnamed at the moment. And Barry has almost ten years on me. His wife is from Thailand - and they've been married .. um .. gee. A looong time - but for all of his "hurr hurr I'm de man" talk, he refers to her still as "his bride" - and worships the ground she walks on.

Yeah, yeah - with all the shit going on with us, there's been a baby derby going on at work. (There's another guy up in web development waiting for his wife to go into labor as we speak.) I envy Barry his Y chromosome that allows him the option of having children so easily, older than me. He didn't want this - and I'm struggling like hell. *laughs* Ain't no justice in THIS game, chitlins.

In other news, being able to climb into a pre-warmed bed with a DS and playing until tired is a pretty good way to end the day this week.

*sigh*

This reminds me of my first exposure to homosexuality at the age of 11. Sitting at the breakfast table when Mom came home from work late one morning...after helping one man find a funeral home to bury his partner of over 30 years.

Because nobody in town would help a gay man bury his partner, and there was no family to call to help him. Mom was both very sad...and pissed. "Neither of them had so much as a traffic ticket, and they get treated like this!" I'll never forget it.

One guy 64 years old, the deceased 69. Nothing that people do behind closed doors that harms no one - shoot, they never even knew about them until one of them croaked in the ER - is worth hating about.

firez, chefbigdaddy, I'm looking right at you. Better take some steps, or this will happen to you.

But please. Don't ask me to be surprised.

*sigh*

This reminds me of my first exposure to homosexuality at the age of 11. Sitting at the breakfast table when Mom came home from work late one morning...after helping one man find a funeral home to bury his partner of over 30 years.

Because nobody in town would help a gay man bury his partner, and there was no family to call to help him. Mom was both very sad...and pissed. "Neither of them had so much as a traffic ticket, and they get treated like this!" I'll never forget it.

One guy 64 years old, the deceased 69. Nothing that people do behind closed doors that harms no one - shoot, they never even knew about them until one of them croaked in the ER - is worth hating about.

firez, chefbigdaddy, I'm looking right at you. Better take some steps, or this will happen to you.

But please. Don't ask me to be surprised.

*sigh*

This reminds me of my first exposure to homosexuality at the age of 11. Sitting at the breakfast table when Mom came home from work late one morning...after helping one man find a funeral home to bury his partner of over 30 years.

Because nobody in town would help a gay man bury his partner, and there was no family to call to help him. Mom was both very sad...and pissed. "Neither of them had so much as a traffic ticket, and they get treated like this!" I'll never forget it.

One guy 64 years old, the deceased 69. Nothing that people do behind closed doors that harms no one - shoot, they never even knew about them until one of them croaked in the ER - is worth hating about.

firez, chefbigdaddy, I'm looking right at you. Better take some steps, or this will happen to you.

But please. Don't ask me to be surprised.