Saw the Muppets.

TEARS WERE JERKED.

In all the good happy ways.

Aww, thanks, JZ! I'm gonna try to get my friend E to go with me this weekend, but if she's not game, I will totally call on you. I need my Muppets.

I have a vivid memory of the day I heard Jim Henson died. Such a fucking waste: he had another 20 or 30 years of creativity in him, if he'd gotten to the hospital sooner.

I have leftovers! Mmm. Thank you, Kat and K! Thanks, Polgara.

So very welcome. If you can't come to Thanksgiving, it's a pleasure to be able to get Thanksgiving to you.

We went to watch the Ducks game today for Katie's birthday. The Ducks scored two goals in the first 2 minutes and then led by 2 until the third period where they completely fucking imploded. Grace liked the dancing she got to do. Noah was entranced. I was like, "It'll be over before 4:00 PM! We'll be home for dinner!" So it was all good, even the Blackhawks killed 'em.

I really want to see the Muppet movie, but I dunno if Noah will tolerate it.

Oh crap. I didn't do a damn thing today, and now I remember I should have! Oh well. I do still have time tomorrow AND Sunday.

I have got to say, I'm not entirely the lost cause I think I am. Or, maybe it's just that I wasn't the lost cause then that I think I am now. But I was in a complicated place wrt to my Geico reimbursement cheque, involving the DMV and banks that are out of business, and a company that wouldn't take Geico's call because they're not allowed to speak on a line that might be recorded.

But I kept knuckling down on what went into my to-do list, with strict deadlines, and I only missed one by thirty minutes. And even then, it was one where I'd set the deadline way early.

As part of the research I needed to do, I went and grabbed the file folder labelled 2003 off my shelf, and it had all the info I needed for the letter I had to write. Score! I had no idea I still had that info around, or that 2003 was where all the documentation was.

However, I have a mega-shitload more research to do about thousands more dollars and defunct accounts. But I've given myself a week on that, not a day.

Kat, thanks again. It was a pleasure to let my grocery shopping slide until tomorrow as I ate your food for dinner--as long as I do my grocery planning and list making today, I'll still be honest. It was a relaxing cap to a way overworked day.

I have a vivid memory of the day I heard Jim Henson died.

Oh god, me too. It was during a really surreal week, one that was remarkably cool, and we couldn't believe that this sadness was actually happening.

I have a vivid memory of the day I heard Jim Henson died.

In a car with a fellow creative writing major and a Spy magazine intern (I still remember exactly which one of the Spy 100 that year was his work), on the way to Rhinebeck to see Day 2 of the Spike & Mike Twisted Animation (or whatever the name of its predecessor was) Festival. Listening to NPR, naturally; and all three of us shocked and heartsick and whispering, "No. What? Did you hear that? Did they just say that? Did they? He... no. NO."

amyth and smonster made me happy. And I get to see the movie tomorrow, too! I might actually get out the DVDs tonight.

I have a vivid memory of the day I heard Jim Henson died.

I don't, oddly. But I do remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when Jerry Garcia died. I also clearly remember waking up at my friend's house after a sleepover on the day John Lennon died, and her older brother was a wreck.

I don't have a vivid memory of that or the shuttle explosion. I have a vivid memory of the day River Phoenix died, oddly.

I remember the shuttle and the day Reagan was shot, too. I was home sick both days, which was weird.

Good work on the book proposal, Allyson.

I have a vivid memory of hearing the news that John Candy had died.