*That's the collective "you," and sorry, I love you all, but keep your collectors' editions of your naughty bits for QVC.

And now I'm seeing The Buffista Hour on QVC with all manner of... stuff being hawked.

t does cooties dance Ick ick ICK!

This is all Georgia O'Keefe's fault, with the genitalia just hanging out.

And Oscar Meyer.

Can we get Mike Rowe back for that? Cause I think he'd be down with "QVC goes Buffista" You know?

I've been on Chic-A-Go-go.

I remember! You linked to a clip, I think & I said, "Hey! I know that puppet!"

This is all Georgia O'Keefe's fault

Ms. O'Keefe would counter that people are reading way too much into her flowers.

Ms. O'Keefe would counter that people are reading way too much into her flowers.

Bummer for her.

Yeah, I always felt a little sad for her when I would hear those stories.

I'm here to complain. My new boss saved over two documents, with similar but not the same documents, thus effectively deleting two technical documents. Does she point out where the technical specs came from in the first place (because I know she didn't come up with them), so they can be copied and updated? No. Does she say, Oh ugh, then go home? Yes. I'm really annoyed.

I picked up TCG from the mechanic. We're waiting for a seat at a restaurant.The mechanic thinks it is some sort of sensor thing.

The mechanic thinks it is some sort of sensor thing.

Meaning it would hopefully be a minor thing?

::crossing bits for sj and TCG::

Oh, man, Epic, I'm sorry. It may have been me who linked -- megan walker was giving out Flower Moon Soaps at Christmas (she used to live in the same town as the proprietress) and I fell in love with mine. For as long as that tub of vanilla scrub lasted, it was my One True Soap. If they've gone under I'm gonna be double-bummed, not only for myself but that I led you astray.

Lots of cheap-and-easy-fix car~ma vibes to TCG, sj (and yummy dinner vibes to both of you).

Java cat, your boss is a stupidhead. I would still trade her for the people I work with, who are crazy screamingheads.

Somewhere around midday today, I sat down to do a personal inventory and realized that for the past TWO MONTHS, I have had to deal two to three times a week with beating down the queasy certainty that the only possible solutions are to either stand up and quit right now, or to stand up right now and run for the nearest bus north so I can jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. It's an ugly impulse and I always know it's going to pass, so I sit it out for half an hour and it passes, but it's a shitty thing to deal with twice a week. The three people I actually officially work for are incredibly delightful, but the people I spend all day with are making me more depressed, less competent and more regularly suicidal than I was six months ago (also several pounds heavier, because I'm definitely stress eating). This FUCKING SUCKS.

Also, the doctor next door, who is 8+ months pregnant, was just diagnosed with swine flu and now the entire floor is flipping out with mingled selfish fear and total loving panic for her and the baby.

So I came home and cried myself sick, and then Hec and Matilda came home and I feel like an ass because Matilda's been completely unfussy and gentle and solicitous and loving and damn, I don't want her to have to feel responsible for her mother's wellbeing.