After HKF was born, they had me on some serious cocktail, AND put a phone by my bed.

Oh, I've had some fun talks with Teppy when she was out of her gourd on painkillers. Good times.

Though chatting with Ple while she's all hopped up on Red Bull and Vodka can't be beat for laughs.

I've high-dialled many friends while on painkillers, and once on codeine cough syrup. Good times.

I just found out a co-worker's Jamaican wife has the same random not-really-a-name as a chick I went to high school with. I'm not sure if it's more of a coincidence if it's not her than if it is her. But I'm sure she's too young to be my former classmate. I'm ancient around here.

eta: Y'all have seen so much of my posting on narcotics, I don't even know.

If I needed cufflinks, I'd totally buy these: [link]

They're the gargoyles on the Chrysler building.

In light of last week's Supernatural, that's really extra funny to me.

I need a life.

Guess what exciting thing I've discovered? Seitan! You know I like making stir fries for JZ but I do miss the meaty bite of chicken in my Chinese food. And seitan strips really satisfy that texture need.

No use to the gluten-free among you, of course.

But I've got some marinating in a mix of apple cider vinegar, soy sauce, brown sugar and garlic right now.

And I'm going to make more of that raspberry ginger sauce tonight because it's just so freakin' good on ice cream.

ION, my neighborhood parking buddy - who also moves his car weekly behind the sweet streeper - flagged me down today to mention that his car had been towed last week. Just like me. So, now we can corroborate each other's story that we were parked beyond the construction markers and hopefully get our monies back.

(We only have a nodding acquaintance before today, but we've been doing this parking tactic for about three months now and we tend to park right before or behind each other as we prefer the spots closer to the bus zone. We'd gotten in the habit of scootching up to accommodate each other and now that little bit of neighborliness could save us a big chunk of change.)

They're the gargoyles on the Chrysler building.

Sweet fancy Moses, I dig those!

Thank you, Perkins and Sox.

This is going to hit hard later. The fact that the news got to me three days after it happened due to my father's brain fart is really starting to hurt. I'm not mad at my dad--it wasn't an intentional lapse on his part--but still.

I'm sorry about your stepgrandfather, Anne. {{Anne}}

I'm so sorry, Anne, for all of you. The family members who randomly and unexpectedly stumble into your life can be as good as the ones you're born with, and are sometimes much better and richer. I'm glad you had him in your life, and sorry he won't be here with you for years and years more.