I'm starting on new design projects and I get to try inlaying stone! Also, I just joined a workshop place thing where they have all sorts of tools (that I would not want/could not afford to buy) and my first class is Saturday. Yay making shit!

Happy birthday!

I did, in fact, volunteer under the mistaken assumption that I would be hosting a shower for all of our mutual friends. Her guest list, however, turned out to be all her family and family-in-law - all strangers to me. It was weird and awkward, to say the least.

Especially if we're ever on fire.

She does indeed, especially when it's a brand new couch (OK, it's from IKEA, but still NEW! New furniture is a big deal for me.)

I hosted a baby shower this weekend that I'd spent a ton of time prepping for. The showeree was delighted with the whole thing, but I was so glad to be done with that shit when it was over. People who'd RSVP'd "no" showed up anyway, the cake was a trainwreck delivered by an overly smug and bizarrely proud aunt (who…

The first season's plot revolve around how to get more women to sign up. Season 1 finale: "Hey, let's just make some women up!"

My nephews (both around 4) looooooove unboxing videos. I really do not understand it. They are all insanely tedious. But damn, if it doesn't keep the quiet for a bit…

Oh no, there's absolutely no justification to the belief. I think when she was a teenager, she was a fan and wanted to be like her, and at some point, that curdled into thinking that she should have been her. She's an odd lady in many respects. Germaphobic, agoraphobic (but loves and lives in Vegas), dislikes men, etc.

My great-aunt is pretty sure Debbie Reynolds stole the career she was supposed to have. There is no logic or basis for this belief, but every time I see a Debbie Reynolds movie, I think of my great-aunt.

I felt the same way. On paper, many of my favorite things. In reality, meh. For me, I think it was the pacing. It felt slow, but not like the slowness was a choice or intended to serve a purpose. Maybe that's why it's been cut and recut a thousand times.

There is… so much wrong with that situation. FTS.

Solidly and thoroughly meh. I've been applying regularly to other jobs, but the market in my town is crazy. Supposedly we have a low unemployment rate, but I guess for what I do, there's a billion applicants for every job posted. So I'll just keep on plugging away at my very stable but boring job until (if) I can ever…

RIP Hannibal. I probably won't cook for it Saturday night, but I will pour myself a big ol' glass of red and pour a little bit out for my homme/homie. And by pour it out, I mean, pour more into my glass, because wasting good red wine would be rude.

I messed up my back drilling brackets into a brick wall and moving furniture. My work chair is seriously not helping. Also, I have loads of training documentation I need to write and really don't want to.

My house is almost clean and ready for hosting a baby shower this weekend! This is actually an achievement. I always have half-finished projects scattered everywhere until I finish them, so getting my house back to a state where I'll let strangers see it always feels like a big deal. Once I get past this thing, back…

YOU OWE ME AAAAAAA….ll the upvotes.

"You put the emPHAsis on the wrong syllAble." That movie is useless apart from that line.

Teti can always make it so entertaining.

Maybe Naomi Watts is playing a nag named Hammadi.