I think I broke Facebook. I clicked on Sean's vote thingy to vote for NO NO NO on the marriage thing, and facebook went kablewie.

eta: it's back! woot! I fixed it. ya, it was me!

Aw, Teppy, that was a wonderful story and photo. Sniffly over here.

I just got back from the funeral, which was hard. My stepdad gave the eulogy, and he was calm and non-teary until the end, at which point he lost his shit, which made everyone else lose their shit.

After the eulogy, the pastor invited other people to share a story or say a few words, and no one else seemed inclined to do so, so I hopped up and told the story about them dancing at the wedding reception. My stepdad's mother was really pleased I told that story.

Teppy, hairpats or vibes, or hugs, or whatever kind of comfort you want now. Hmm, maybe just sitting quietly, passing the tequila. I'm glad you did share that memory - it's a wonderful one.

Shir, listen to omnis, he is wise. You are going to be just fine with this test.

Barb, have you seen this?

I'd seen the Sweethearts, but not the chocolate. I wonder if this means that Godiva will quit with their merchandising tie-in? Probably not.

I don't know why the Harry Potter tchotchkes never came anywhere near twigging me as badly as the Twilight stuff does, except that so much of it played off things that were mentioned in the books whereas the Twilight stuff is more "Hey, let's take this random item and slap something sparkly on it!"

That, and my inherent hatred of the books to start with.

Oh, Teppy. Windsparrow is wise. This is hard

And guys, I hope you're right. I just have the tendency of doing really stupid marginal mistakes.

ION, if my parents will move to the place my dad told about it's gonna be perfect.

And now I'm just tired and stomach-hurty and want to go home and go to bed. But I came back to work because I'm a Good Worker Bee.

But I came back to work because I'm a Good Worker Bee.

For some reason this makes me think of the Gilligan's Island episode where all the women form a girl group (with some sort of bee theme to their name).

My brain is a strange place.

(((Teppy)))

I would like a cabana boy to bring me tea so that I can shower and dress before the Peapod delivery truck arrives.

I know the email's already sent but for future reference: I learned in career counseling a good way to ask the "what did I do wrong" question is "Could you tell me what it was about the person you did hire that made them the ideal candidate for the position?"

Oh, Tep, good on you for telling that lovely story. Hugs and tequila and any other comfort you need.

And Nora, I'm still holding out small amounts of hope for Tom and the job. Is it somewhere in academia? Because if so, and if it's anything like the corner of academia where I work, it's entirely possible that they're still considering him but are wrangling over some mostly unrelated university budget snarl that's gumming things up. Two years ago I interviewed for a job at my uni that, as far as I know, is still open and for which I'm still the top candidate, two years later; they just haven't gotten approval from the PTB for both the job title and the actual physical workspace.

Hil, I... I just boggle, really. I no longer have any idea what to make of your uni. I'm sure it's full of brilliant people (they wanted you there, so, obviously), but every story you tell is a worse example than the last one of total basic social interaction Fail.

And, bluh. On the inappropriate religious butting-in, I am the perfect inverse of everyone here. Out on the Left Coast, I'm all Christian but feminist/anti-Prop 8/crunchy/lefty/whatnot but I also try never, ever to discuss religion with anyone unless they bring it up first. I work like hell to be non-proselytizing, non-judgy and non-obnoxious, and damn if I can ever manage to get through one week without someone snarking at me or cracking a joke or making a giant sweeping statement about creepy baby-raping religious thugtard morons and isn't that a knee-slapping riot? One person at work makes these cracks even knowing that I'm practicing and that I'm just on the other side of the cubicle wall.

I pretty much always just suck it up since after all I do belong to an institution that, whatever I think about its founder, has been run for a millenium plus by spectacularly flawed and frequently cruel humans who've caused a lot of pain for a lot of people, and my little bit of irritation is pretty damn small potatoes. Just, sometimes I do wish they'd put a sock in the snark until they're out in the hall.