@Pichincha: The Dude on the Mortgage and I have a running joke of inventing a disposable kitten vending machine. You put in your dollar, and you get a kitten. After half an hour, the cute widdle kittah goes ::POOF!:: in a puff of fur. All of the kittah goodness with none of the litter box.

I've personally noticed that I'm taken more seriously (and feel "smarter") on the days when I'm not dressed as a shlub.

Oh, how I want a little beh-beh.

Facial plastic surgery is not the time for bargain shopping or snap decisions.

I horrified the guy in the next desk over by declaring myself a feminist. "But you're so nice! You're so cheerful!"

This is partly why I found a therapist dealing with food issues. Like hell am I going to be passing my weirdness (and my mother's weirdness) on to the next generation.

Congratulations, Lady S! You just keep bringing the funny.

Oh, wah, JC. Wah. It's like you've never met Bill.

Congratulations, Lymed!

Let's see if I've got this right — standing up for civil rights, against aparthied or taking away the sins of the world and boobies.

@NefariousNewt: I know. Most days, I'd totally just pity her and move on. Today? Not so much.

@DoNotStalk: Oh, man. That's not even funny. Seriously. I get that every time I venture out of the state.

@NefariousNewt: Happiest person on the planet.

Why do I imagine that Paris Hilton never has a morning where rolling out of bed and dragging a comb through her hair takes every effort of her being? Seriously. I'd bet my last cookie on the idea that she's the happiest person on the planet. She's dumb, she's rich, she's nominally attractive and easily distracted.

@tscheese: And I do rock the heels regularly, but those damn flats get all the love.

I have to say that the most complemented pair of shoes I own — and I mean getting pulled over on the sidewalk by strangers — is a pair of flats by Frye that I love with a blinding passion. Fight the power, ladies! Fight it!

I not-so-secretly loved how my Episcopal church used U2 in the Easter services yesterday.

@gecko: Sundays are counted as feast days.

@haricot: Hells yeah, they're worth reading. All of The L'Eng's books are.

@Canarybird: Camp Stoney in Santa Fe?