I'm pretty sure at least one episode of K-9 was shown on WGBH Boston some time in the late 80s/early 90s. I taped it of tv, and still have the VHS somewhere — 9 year old me thought it was awesome, but 9 year old me had kind of crap taste.

See, I always kind of hated that April's birthstone was the diamond. I wanted something with color, darnit! But the birth flower is the sweet pea, which is nice.

Ok, I am an uncultured lout and have never seen Les Miz. I knew about the hair, but seriously? Her front teeth? Now I'm imagining "I Dreamed a Dream" sung with a lisp and that funny little whistle you get with missing teeth. And giggling. See above re: lout.

Word. I'm thirty-five, and my husband and I have no kids together because we frankly can't afford it. I'm lucky, in that I have a 20-year-old stepson to pal around with, but I have to admit it still kind of breaks my heart that I don't get to have any kids of my own, especially now that my parents are getting older…

My husband and I live on a boat. It's 38 feet long, and at its widest maaaaybe 15 feet. We get along fine — you don't need a lot of space to live in, really. Though we have the benefit of gorgeous scenery outside and ample access to it (something apartment dwellers usually don't have).

My mom would write letters from Santa in GREEK. Because that's what St. Nicholas would do, yo. And we'd leave wine and cheese, because "Santa gets tired of cookies, honey." Were we idiots for playing along well into high school? Heck no. We'd be idiots not to play along. Because that stuffs was awesome.

Quit? Heck, she should've sued: http://abelllaw.typepad.com/kentucky_employment_law/2012/11/tip-sharing-starbucks-baristas-receive-14-million-judgment.html

Eh, I can understand. You love someone, everything else is perfect, you think things'll work out somehow. And then they do, even if it's not in the way you hoped. It's life.

Aw, man. Sorry to hear about your mom. Hope your family gets time together, even if it isn't exactly on Christmas.

That's a fantastic story. I'll be thinking of you and your mom, too when I eat fruitcake this year (and I talked to my mom after I posted this. She said, "Oh honey, there's plenty of last years fruitcake in the freezer." So not only will I be hoisting mom's fruitcake, I'll be hoisting mom's year old fruitcake. And…

I actually emailed my sister right after I posted this (she lives near my mom, whereas I'm on the other side of the country). I'm hoping we can coordinate a bi-coastal fruitcake making endeavor. :)

My mother makes amazing fruitcake, but I just realized she probably won't make it this year, because she just started chemo. Now I'm sad, and wishing I didn't live across the country from my mom, her kitchen, and the heirloom family fruitcake pan.

Hurrah!

My Facebook friend I haven't seen since high school does not randomly post about his fantasy threesome with Dr. Pulaski and Christina Hendricks, making Dr. Pulaski the only TNG doctor I can look at without flinching.

A lot of people "helped put electricity into everyone's home." Edison, Tesla, Steinmetz — one of the traps we to often fall into is assuming one lone genius, when more often it's collaboration (even among rivals) that brings about large-scale technological change.

That game is completely the reason I'm a reference librarian. :)

I react more to ground level, too, but as someone who lives on a boat, that satellite view of Staten Island made my blood run cold.

Ducks are creepy. Their quacks don't echo.

Eep!

I grew up in the Boston area, and now I'm mentally going through every bookstore I've been in to try and figure out which one this was. Were you in Harvard Sq?