At random ...

-- Apparently I am now the family computer expert, which is hilarious because my brother's the one who went to school for computers. On the other hand, I'm also more likely to be able to explain things in a way my older relatives with shiny new Internet toys can understand, so there is that.

-- storm_dancer is making me want to make Pushing Daisies dolls. You know, big huggable ones like my Hurley doll. Oh, if I did that Chuck and Olive would definitely have to come first, if only so that I could make wee little dresses just like they wear.

-- I've been kinda squeezing out words on my original novels for the past few weeks, maybe only a few thousand on each if that. My new idea? Three chapters (well, almost) in four days. \o/ (which I only make small so as not to jinx myself)

-- Parade Day on Saturday! Woot!

-- UPS is stupid and can't figure out where I live, since they're obviously unable to read the BIG FREAKING NUMBERS on my front door, so my furry sandals that I was supposed to get on Friday are now coming tomorrow. Not like it matters, since it's supposed to be rainy and/or snowy for the next week or so and I probably won't have much of a chance to wear them.

-- I'm almost out of Pepsi and I haven't made any iced tea lately. Bollocks.

-- Watching too much Never Mind The Buzzcocks is fucking up my vocabulary. I'm throwing more wanker, slags, bollocks, and and whatnot into my sentences when I talk and not even realizing it until everybody looks at me funny.

Man, she really was insane!

I mean, we knew she was, but they apparently edited out as much of her crazy as we thought:

Tim Gunn talks about this season of PR, and about halfway down there is news of some delusional douchebaggery from Victorya.