Suzi, what are the chances of your org changing how they refer to the horse breed to Romany, or Rom horse? G*psy is a racial slur, and is being replaced with Rom, Rrom, Romani or Romany, in reference to vardo wagons, clothing, and other cultural effects, even woo-woo things like fortune tellers.

The keepers of the breed registry should be looking at changing the name officially, just to keep up with social relevance--not that your org has anything to do with that.

getting rid of most of my physical CDs. I'm down to the mix CDs now. damn these unlabeled mixes.

Why oh why do I always overfill the cupcake cups?? I have made a ton of cupcakes in my life! And most of them have been overfull. Oh well.

Think I prefer overfilled cupcakes. Been a while since I made cupcakes at all, though, probably I should check that.

Made it to Denver with enough time t get something to eat. Of course, they fucked up the order but at this point in shenanigans I'm counting myself lucky I got food. Albeit with a raised middle finger.

And being one of the last 3 on the plane...I have a row to myself. In the wayback, but still. Also far away from white jackass boomer guy I wanted to hit.

Vacation wearing off fast, I guess. Or could be the cold I'm fighting. I'm pretty much guaranteed to get sick this trip.

Eta: except now waiting fo freaking pilots. Jesus.

Yay row of your own!

I went shopping with a friend at an art fair (which started last week, so maybe we missed some good pieces, but it was not crowded!) and bought a few things--two presents, plus one gift for me. :) My friend ended up buying a whole bunch of both gifts and things for herself, so I was glad I suggested it. Sad, though, because one of the things I LOVED was a shirt that was only available in a size that didn't fit me...and it was one of the few artists who didn't have a card with an etsy store or something (and I googled her name, and she has an etsy store that she hasn't sold anything in since 2010).

And then we had to be deiced. Which is a first for me. Plane smells of antifreeze now. But am apparent still only about 25 minutes later than original scheduled arrival.

Kat, the radiolab podcasts you recommended helped pass the time. I'd definitely heard the last part (modern day football mom) of the football one.

Only with my brother do texts start out with "Dad described his poop to me again, only he used the word 'stool'. KILL ME." and then segue to white privilege. (Not directly to white privilege from parental oversharing; there was discussion of Dad's casual racism in between.)

sara, I'm glad that you enjoyed it. The modern football mom was interesting, but I thought the Carlyle School stuff was amazing.