Honestly, if you put Sheldon and Abed in a blender, you'd get me.

Could be worse. Put Abed and Britta in one, and you get me.

Well, actually, you'd get a really gooey mess, if they weren't fictional, but if you did some sort of melding thing with their brains, but not in a Vulcan way, you'd get me.

To be clear.

I wasn't too worried, but now I'm wondering if I should nudge?

Yes, nudge. "Hi, there, I'm just following up--do you have an updated schedule for the process, now that the holidays are over?"

The advantage to this is that they remember your name, and you are being polite and not entitled.

Thanks, Consuela! That's exactly what I needed to know.

To be clear.

Yeah, that one I got. [winky emoticon]

So I'm finally caught up. Was planning on getting caught up over the weekend, but instead spent it reading Catching Fire and Mockingjay.

ION, I can't wait to be done with this dogsitting gig. I'm not getting my regular exercise in because it's impossible to do situps and pushups with all the dogs around (they get in your face), and I'm out walking the dogs every morning and evening instead of running. I don't have my Tivo or most of my own clothes, and I have to drive to work every day instead of catching the bus.

And I waste fifteen minutes every day either catching the puppy or cheerleading the St. Bernard to go up or down various stairs. Last night he needed ten minutes of cheering to take one step up to come into the bedroom. Oy. And I have to do it, because if I leave him in the other room, he moans and barks all night because he's lonely.

On the other hand, I'm accruing credit that I can burn when I go to Spain in March, and leave my dog with my sister. Still, she's definitely getting the better end of the deal.

Star Trek door chime

TOS, even.

Hey, tommyrot! Nice to see you. And bringing the links, awesome!

Consuela, how much longer?

The St. Bernard is afraid of stairs?