You're welcome lots!

I'm spending the greater part of my day with very senior, semi-senile, citizens, and they're not really up to speed about current affairs. But my sister overheard a girl telling her friend she was really stoked they'd caught Karadzic because it means she's still got a job after 2010 (the year the tribunal would have been resolved if they hadn't caught Karadzic and/or Mladic).

As for me, I'm stoked!

Those fucking godchildren and nieces and nephews! Christ they were horribly troublesome.

And I highly recommend the Miss Marple movies.

Do you mind if I imagine you saying "Troll, go away" with a swoosh of your magic wand in an Angela Lansbury-type voice while looking like one of the fairy godmothers from Cinderella?

Christian the Lion brightens everyone's day!

I wonder if his name really is Flann O'Brien or if he counts on Flannery O'Connor confusion to get his book picked up off the shelves? I've read the synopsis of the book you linked, and you're right, it sounds even crazier than any of Flannery O'Connors Southern Gothic freaks and prophets!

Or else they're going to let it die down and not respond until later this week. But I mean, what can they really say? They were totally shitcanned. The end. To me, their thoughts weren't so different than what they say here, just much less eloquently delivered what with all the Maddog they apparently drank.

Also, please don't laugh at me for leaving this message for myself; I forget that this isn't e-mail. It's not because I'm drunk. Heh.

You really think they're going to acknowledge it?

It was beyond bad. It was like the fucking Hindenburg. I recommend you don't watch it. If you must, read a transcript--there are some out there--so you don't have to actually hear the drunkass, vapid delivery of some of the most ignorant, embarrassing bullshit I've ever heard come out of a woman's mouth.

Waffle House, too? FUUUCCCK. That stinks, as it's, literally, one of my fave places to eat, ever.

No, I'm not surprised, but damn.

I'm assuming it's the same type of Cracker Barrel type BS.

Did you go to Hopleaf last Friday night? I didn't see you and I left around 11 PM (not much of a night owl, I'm afaid).