But in church as part of worship, no matter how rocked out, it was probably inappropriate

Ah, context, sweet context.

That'll do it.

Okay, now people can ask to see pictures of my family. They'll just have to ignore the other pictures I skim by to get there. Which would be where I probably out myself as straight, unless I stock up on Gina Torres.

Hee. Context is helpful. Yeah, it`s our regular Saturday gig. It`s fun, but likely to go downhill shortly after the band leader leaves this spring.
 
I can`t show pictures of family on demand. Huh. Can most people, these days? I think it`s a moderately odd request. Were you talking about your sister? About how she looks? I don`t think any coworker has ever asked to see a photo of my sister.

I would have pictures of my kids, maybe, but unlikely to have pics of my siblings on hand. On my Flickr page I could find some.

Thanks for the tip ginger, will tell my dad.

I've talked about her enough that people not on my team recite back facts about her to me. Which==too much. But it's a reflex of mine, to talk a lot about my family, her especially. No one's ever asked to look, before. I certainly wasn't talking about how she looks. I only talk about her big brains and the fact that she's locked in an academic white tower.

Maybe it's an incipient love match... [[scrubs brain]]

She has at least one picture of me in her wallet. So I figure the least I can do is have a picture of her on my phone. And I had to go by pictures of my parents to get there, so it felt mean not to click and save them too.

Still, I've never put up a family picture in a cubicle, and that's not happening any time soon.

I have a picture of my father on my phone because I didn't think to bring my camera when I saw him perform last year, but that's about it.

Waiting for the vet to call to go pick up Mister Kitty. Gonna be a later pool night, I think.

I have to haul my trash around to the front. Going to be a pain because I will not carry the trash through the house and I'm smack in the middle of the block.

I've got family photos on my desk here at work, and my cat is the wallpaper of my work computer.

My next show is called A True History of the Johnstown Flood.

This made me remember the time in my college drama class when we had to act out the Johnstown flood for an improv exercise. Very bizarre.

Poor Canada. All their news sites are filled with hand-wringing about their poor Olympic showing.

Just one example:

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VANCOUVER — It has been written before — and it's a horrible disservice to the 160 or so Canadian athletes who aren't competing here with hockey sticks in their hands — but there's a certain amount of truth to it:

Win the Olympic men's hockey gold medal, and Canadians will quickly forget whether the sliders and skiers and skaters owned the podium or, actually, what that oddly confident-sounding phrase was all about.

But get taken to the woodshed by the Americans on pretty much every Olympic Games venue for 10 solid days, and then fail to stop the bleeding against Team USA at Canada Hockey Place — at the end of a sad, dispiriting weekend in which our Own The Podium aspirations were officially rendered null and void — and it would be difficult to pick the national chin off the floor for these last seven days.

And so it will.

Are the Olympics done yet? Is TV back?