If the tide does turn, Ima give credit to Allyson.

I laundered. I even folded and put away the clothes. I even matched the socks. Fear me. I am the very paragon of domesticity.

Or something like that. I might even go finish the dishes now. And then I might rewatch Torchwood and fold letters. Whoo, productivity.

Of course, all this productivity is just packing-avoidance. But it has to be done before I can pack. Really.

Nah, visceral isn't really important. I was just rather surprised I had one here, given my distance from the relative. I like to think of myself of logically consistent. Which is total bs, by the way (as day 3 or 4 of the fucking hormone storm . The damn predictive zit shows and I completely lose my rationality and most of my mind. Hey, at least I have a warning sign, right? But it isn't a sign today!) But I like to think.

Frontline just made me write them a letter. Oy. May it bring Allyson more sales.

what happened the what now?

16 of the Most Creative (and/or Sexy) Hotel Rooms in the World: From Upside-Down to Local Urban Art

I wonder if one could actually sleep in the bed on the ceiling in the upside-down room. That would be fun to wake up in.

This one's cool:

Prefer something less kitchy and more romantic? Perhaps the mirror room of the same hotel is for you. Mirrors are typically considered an erotic addition to a hotel room but this example carries the principle to the extreme with wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling mirrors spanning the diamond-shaped space.

Or the room with two cages....

Laundry is my nemesis. I'd like my own place at times simply for my own washer & dryer, damnit.

Allyson, go back and read my confusing sorta-judgy meanderings this evening if that was your whatwhonow query.

Hee.

I'd LOVE if a Frontline letter got you more readers, no matter who brought them.

I'm watching the NOVA program on the Ulas family in Turkey whose kids walk on all fours due to some genetic thing.

I watched a bit of that too, and 30 seconds after I started watching it, I asked "(1) That looks like damage to the balance part of the brain and (2) What, no walkers?" The answer to both was that, if you live in rural Turkey, it's entirely possible to have a good guess as to what's wrong, and still have no means to do a thing about it. Seeing the son standing up at the end got me, though.

Maybe the tide is turning.

Well, it is Frontline. No advertisers to satisfy with scandalized eyeballs. What struck me most about the whole thing was that all the families involved appeared to have limitless budgets for technological gadgetry. I knew there was an up side to the digital divide! The internet apparently doesn't want your poorer daughters.

Do not tromp on the tray holding your cat's water and food dishes.

Cleaned it up, now soggy sock and flipflop are giving up for tonight.

I despise wet socks.

Do not tromp on the tray holding your cat's water and food dishes.

We have a lot of problems keeping toddlers out of pet food. They're favorite thing ever is to take the cat's dry food and dump it into his water like it's cereal.

I suspect they think it's just tuna-flavored Cocoa Puffs.

At least the tray we have keeps most of the mess off the floor and makes for easier clean up (which we have to do at least once a week).

Soggy socks also suck.

Wet socks are the worst. Unexpected wet socks exponentially so.