Oh, hey, I have actual cow's milk! That hardly ever happens. And coffee and cream, but only one piece of gingerbread, so adjust your expectations if you drop by.

The nurse cajoled me into not leaving because she'd ordered me breakfast. Which includes eggs. But thankfully not stinky ones, so I can eat around them. I tried tasting to see if anything radical had happened to my taste bus in the past ten years. Nope. Still can't work out why people east them for fun.

A guy two rooms down is hassling the nurse to draw his meds in front of him, because he's sure she's going to give him the wrong ones. What a row!

Eta: I don't know what's wrong with that video.

Hmm, Liese or -t's? Tough choice...

I don't know what's wrong with that video.

I'm guessing the EiT people were just amused by the title.

I'm pretty happy with my guaranteed twosomes married lifestyle, so flying for sure.

Here's my threesome philosophy ( and what does it say about me that I have one) -- No boy/boy/girl, because I don't want to be used as a conduit for the boys, i.e. if there's a girl there, it's not gay. Just fuck it out and leave me out of it. No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?

So, flying.

No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?

Oh man, that's so me. ::high-fives Vortex::

I'd be willing to sit back and watch the boys fuck it out, though, so that's where we differ.

Just got back from my hike around the lake, which was covered with pea soup fog and made me feel like I was walking in the Scottish highlands. Beautiful and calming.

Slightly less calming was the pair of jogging pants discarded down where the road runs past the water access. I'm crossing my fingers that someone just decided their pants were too grungy to keep and went home from the park in their underwear.

Went through the usual taxi rigmarole. I'd almost be tempted to just wait at the wrong address they go to, but the problem is that there are two wrong addresses they like, so it's nigh impossible to tell where they'll be.

This time, the dispatcher first tried to convince me I was wrong, but actually listened when I quote the GPS map to her. Then when I called back after he'd moved to wrong place #2, I got to hear her talk down to him, telling him "You're a cab driver. Ask for directions. I know you can do this."

She tried to start with me, but I told her a)I gave the right address--yes, it's for both entrances, but I also specified "ER" and which street it was off of and b)I could see him waiting in wrong places.

By the time I got into the cab, the driver was *pissed*. He spoke to the dispatcher with me there and she said fake cheerily , "See! I knew you could do it!"

He started bitching about how was he supposed to know ER was short for Emergency Room, and I tried to explain that if you type out "EMERGENCY ROOM" you don't have enough space left to tell him which street that's off of. "No, it's the dispatcher's short instructions I'm complaining about," he said.

"I typed in those instructions myself," I told him. The silence was frosty for the rest of the drive.

Entirely unlatedly, for one reason or another I popped in the Hot Fuzz movie while I was cable troubleshooting yesterday, and I'd forgotten how much I loved that movie. I love the not-so-subtle comedy that's threaded through and through it.

Amazing.

No boy/boy/girl, because I don't want to be used as a conduit for the boys, i.e. if there's a girl there, it's not gay

So no bisexuals, then? Or straight men who aren't bothered by another man in bed with them at the same time?

No girl/girl/boy because I don't want him to pay more attention to her because she's hotter than me, but if she's not hotteer than me, what's the point?

No allowance for guys that won't pay noticeably more attention to either one?