It may be 2009, but Steph still sucks.

Hey, *I* didn't name you! Blame your parents for your extreme suckitude.

We ate falafel for dinner. And it is Nora's fault because she linked to that restaurant. Matt and I thank you for the influence you have had on our lives today

I used to love falafel. Then Keith Olbermann explained about O'Reilly and Andrea Macris and *so* ruined it. Lucky he's cute, huh? And this message board post will never appear on Fixed Noise, times three.

The most commanding dominant I've ever met said, "Hi, I'm Catherine." Didn't raise her voice, didn't sneer, didn't use some cornball title. And I thought, "I will follow you anywhere." And indeed, she has scores of men and women who will follow her anywhere. She's hypnotic. Like a cobra.

I figure being a Dom has to be like being funny. If you have to tell people you are, then you're not.

Do you think my chances in Match.com would increase if I changed my handle to something with Quim in it?

Like Mayor Quimby?

Teppy, I entirely agree - risibility really wouldn't be cranking up the hot for me. But I confess I am loving the notion of playing Make Up Your DomName.

Like Mayor Quimby!

Life ain't easy for a Dom named Sue.

Ok, now I'm thinking my Dom name should be Punitive Damages.

well there was that time my (now ex) husband sent an email to the entire (mostly Indian expat) company thanking the front desk for straightening out a water delivery problem with "you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din."

I am constantly amazed that my brother has not been fired. His supervisor kept telling him she was going to make the Public Service Code of Ethics his desktop wallpaper.

I am making up silly D/s names in my head now and giggling. I blame Sir Mix-A-Lot and y'all.

I just realised how much Sir Mix-A-Lot has in common with George Washington.

....okay, stopping now.

You left out Sir Vicks!

My lunch today: toasted Turkish bread, with an assortment of dips. There's an eggplant, cashew and parmesan thing with some added spices and a hint of chilli; a warm caramelised onion dip (how does warming it make such a difference?), oh, and some olive oil with a pistachio dukkah. For afters I have soy and linseed crackers, King Island double brie and a cabernet paste.

I'm an Australian with a toaster, and I approved this message.

Ok, now I'm thinking my Dom name should be Punitive Damages.

Corporal Punishment.

I doubt I could pick a dom name, despite being a control freak, but I've thought for a long time there should be a woman's headbanger band called Spousal Delusion.

I figure being a Dom has to be like being funny. If you have to tell people you are, then you're not.

It's like being a Maverick. Or a pair of Mavericks.

Trudes, can you hop on IM?

First? You people are fucking hysterical. Thank you so much for that conversation. I practically hurt myself laughing.

Second? Sometimes kids are DUMB. I just discovered that one of my students--one of my SENIORS--plagiarized at least one piece of her major research paper word-for-word from SparkNotes. It's just a couple of sentences (though I suspect there's more I couldn't track down), but she's going to get a zero now, which will lower her grade in the class by a full letter grade, and she will most likely have to inform the colleges she's applied to about it, as per school policy. One of her friends just went through this after blatantly plagiarizing a paper in another class, so it's not like she didn't know the consequences. I'm so disappointed and so mad at her for doing this for herself. And I know it's going to poison our relationship for the rest of the year, which just blows. ARGH.

Not to mention that I had to spend an hour trying to figure out if there were other parts stolen, which was a total waste of my time. Grr.

Sigh. Hivemind help requested.

In a genius move, I just sliced the hell out of my right index finger on the edge of a food processor blade stuck in the corner of a drawer. It bled a lot but stopped after about 15 minutes of elevation and pressure. I flushed it out with cold water, put antibiotic ointment on it, and bandaged it up. It's ugly, but I think it will be fine.

However, I can't for the life of me remember when the last time I had a tetanus shot is. I don't think it's been more than ten years--I suspect it's been about 9--but I should probably get a booster just in case. Can I wait until tomorrow to go into Urgent Care and get one, or do I have to go in tonight? I'd really rather avoid yet another late night UC visit if at all possible.