Oh, thanks, Hec.

Usually I have no problem with that - I even do it for other people (and now very pleased to be on the same page regarding that as JZ!).

But somehow entering 2am and didn't-edit-my-abstract-or-translated-it-into-Hebrew and can't-print-yet int the mix changes the balance.

Then again, entering chocolate-chips cookies changes the balance once more, just a bit, so there's that, as well.

Poor Lucy and Brenda> I forgot, is her name actually Lucy-fur?

Nope, just Lucy.

(Also, brenda, I would totally come over to your house and wash your knives and forks and spoons.)

Um, thanks?

You know, sometimes This Modern World is just so amazing. It's so cool to think that I can be away from home, realize that I'll be out tonight during the debate, and just go online and tell my dvr a hundred miles away to record it. Hell, I could do it from my phone if I was already out. That's some crazy shit, yo.

This doesn't mean I'm not still peeved about the flying cars we were all supposed to have by now, mind. But still, pretty neat.

Things that are less neat:

I'm working on a massive proposal in which technology issues are key. Trying to reconcile the following two helpful instructions:

"Instructions: Identify the software application(s)/major platforms you typically offer or implement, whether owned or not, to support each functional area...please provide as much information as possible for each software application identified."

And in the space where you actually enter your responses?

Description of application. Limit to 250 characters.

For reference, the instructions - no, wait, the redacted instructions I pasted above are 247 characters. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

Um, thanks?

No problem! (I thought you particularly hated washing silverware but clearly I'm misremembering vital information.)

We went target shooting today, at an outdoor range just up the canyon. Being outside, they're a little less picky about what gets left out on the gravel range, so Hubby hung up the stuffed Barney we've been dragging around.

It was weirdly disturbing to shoot a stuffed critter. I've never fired a gun at a representation of something that moves around, even if it is just an annoying suit on a kid's show. Flying stuffing was not as satisfying as I thought it would be. The range master, his buddy, and Hubby thought it was wonderful fun, but I'm still weirded, especially as I went out and peeled Barney off the target backstop, with stuffing stuck in the holes.

I think it's good that I'm weirded. I don't want to get blase about blowing holes in things that look like real things.

No problem! (I thought you particularly hated washing silverware but clearly I'm misremembering vital information.)

Heh, no, I remembered that conversation right after I posted. But I can haz dishwasher now (there goes that modern world again) so it's less of an issue. But I do appreciate the sentiment!

Thanks for the offer of help, Burrell. ER trip was a waste of time and money. Came home with a headache. But I think it's a different one, and if so, this sort is shorter.

I feel I'm missing something watching the Olympics. My father was right, not wanting to watch here. Everything's off--I'm watching "today's" coverage and they keep mentioning "tonight's" 100m race, except the race is done and dusted (I was totally rooting for Usain, even if it was just me being contrary to my sister who's a Powell fan) .

My apartment and life are so not going to be ready for the fam's visit next week.

Okay, I'm going to give into the call of dilaudid, at least until the pizza calls louder and with a better smell.

Description of application. Limit to 250 characters.

HahahaSTAB. I hate those fucking characters! "Tell us your plans in detail. Limit 2000 characters." Fucking online applications. But anyway, here's your answer: "Windows."

a different one, and if so, this sort is shorter.

Here's hoping.

MeMeMe update: I'm at the point where I think that every single thing I write is a total waste of pixels. Soon, hopefully, I will arrive at the point in which I don't care about that, and just wanna finish with editing the hideous thing, no matter what's inside it, waste or not.

I'm at the point where I think that every single thing I write is a total waste of pixels.

That's normal enough when you get to the end of a big project. It's really hard to have any perspective on the thing, but there's a lot of thought and work that went into it at this point and while that stuff seems obvious to you, it's not to the people who will read it.

All the original ideas that interested you are still there and valid.