Most of the time when people have set their yards on fire trying to deep-fry turkeys, it's because they were (a) drunk or (b) trying to fry a turkey too big for their fryer, or (c) forgot to defrost. Or (d) using some kind of home-made rig with no safety features. Or a combination of the four. The new electric fryers are much safer.

Or doing it in the garage or under an overhang.

I have a friend who has an electronic turkey roaster. I had never heard of one before.

Wonder if any are related to Gus Pong?

Can I just say, as a person with some bladder shyness, I don't really appreciate my coworker hanging out in the bathroom with her two kids, applying temporary tattoos? We do have a kitchen-ish area with a sink in it.

Toller Puppy as Puppy of the Day.

If this weren't halfway across the city, it would be my lunch today:

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OMG, one of my co-workers was trying to talk work to me as she was in the stall fiddling with the toilet seat cover. Now, I wasn't in a stall, so it's not like pee-shyness was an issue. I just don't want to have to consider her in that position. But it was work! So I couldn't just bolt. I looked like an idiot standing there with my hand on the doorknob and a stricken look on my face.

I need a loo cone of invisibility.

I had a long weirdly comforting and then disturbing dream last night. It's like my brain wanted to reassure me and then ran out of ammo and started delving into anxiety. I ended up getting out of bed early, just in case it continued for the worse.

On the strictly up side, I got to dream about my tantric sex schoolfriend, who is looking very good in my dreamscape.

McNulty/Stringer porn? Kinda puts a new spin on "Who the fuck were we chasing?" Wow...Simon thought he was confused by fandom before, when(Huge Spoiler), I think that might make him lie down with a towel on his head.*I* get it...I think that he would not. "Forget it, Dave...it's Chinatown...er, fandom."

I just don't want to have to consider her in that position. But it was work! So I couldn't just bolt. I looked like an idiot standing there with my hand on the doorknob and a stricken look on my face.

I really really don't want to talk to people in the bathroom, regardless of who is where. Unless we are both standing by the sinks, I guess. Even then -- can we leave the bathroom, please??

I am on a bus, waiting to depart for Appleton. My brother will pick me up and take me to Clintonville. First time to see my parents' new place since they sold the farm. Bad son!