God, I miss Boston in the spring. That first perfect day when I’d go down to the Back Bay Fens park and climb a tree and just sit there for hours, reading a book … le sigh If only I hadn’t just bought a condo in New Jersey, eh?
Of course, I don’t miss the Government Center T stop, but that goes without saying. 
Welcome brightpenny andskinnysoprano! You do both realize that your names will either be shortened or we’ll come up with some play on your name. Everyone here gets a nickname, just sayin’ is all.
My son thought the comment about his cannabilistic tendencies was funny.
In reality, my kids are too old be tots. They are 13 and 16, so maybe they should be fries or something.
I realize I got a pretty decent deal on the fax thing. It was a dollar for the first page and 50 cents for each page thereafter. I wasn’t charged for the cover sheet. But sheesh, when you think about it, it’s still spendy. No paper is being used, just the telephone line and electricity for the fax. Oh well, there may come a time when we decide to get a fax again.
Well, since I had to leave work early yesterday, I better get crackin’ on stuff here. Lots to do, not nearly enough time!
Taters, I have always wanted a nickname! (my real-life name being one of those boring ones which doesn’t come with any ready-made short version) I’d be honoured to be shortened on the Dope - you can all take your pick!
well, let’s see
there’s skinno, sopy (pronounced ‘soapy’), just plain skinny, skiso :D:D:D
any other ideas, kids?
You gave yourself a nickname–skinnysop.
I like it. More info than just skinny, but also has an intriguing ambiguity about it.
It is Done.
I have heard tell in my life that I am pretty, but I am here to tell you that isn’t so.
My husband uploaded (downloaded?) the digital camera pics from London/Paris–I am a cross between Malificent from Sleeping Beauty and I don’t really know–Medusa, maybe?
Blech and ugh. I hate pics of myself. In most of them, I look dead because my eyes are closed. I am smiling in ONE pic. The rest of them, I either look angry or constipated (can someone look constipated?). The kids could all be models. Everyone else looks like they’re having a good time–I HAD a good time! No documentary evidence of it. Oy.
Off to actually LOOK at the agenda of the meeting I’m supposed to chair at noon. I don’t think this is one of the 7 qualities shared by the Highly Successful People…
Uh…you ARE planning on sharing the pictures with us, right? I mean, this is a non-rule RULE. You must share. I wanna see!
Wow - I have never been intriguing before - perhaps this is why people are so fond of teh interwebs 
Eleanor I think everyone knows the pain of horrid photos - it just means you have an excuse to take another holiday some time soon so you can take more pictures! 
In honor of the upcoming holiday, may I present to you a PC Easter funny.
A lady opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of the shelves.
“What are you doing in there?”
she asked.
The rabbit replied:
“This is a Westinghouse, isn’t it?”, to which the lady replied
“Yes.”
“Well,” the rabbit said,
“I’m westing.”
Mika, I say go for it. I’d love to learn about that. And, you know what they say: Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. 
Welcome, skinnysop and penny!
Rigs, I feel your pain. I am one of the most un-photogenic people in the world. I’m not ugly, I know I’m not ugly (though I’m no supermodel, either, of course), but I defy you to find a picture that proves it. The only pictures of me that are ever even slightly flattering are pictures taken when I was knee-walking, loud-whispering, need-help-to-go-to-the-bathroom drunk. I think it has something to do with not being self-conscious when I smile.
Where will you be staying, welby? There’s a good really big park in the west end called High Park, and lots and lots of little ravines and parks sprinkled around. There won’t be many flowers or anything out at this time of year, but the leaves should be starting, and it’ll be pretty.
As long as it doesn’t snow.
The university campus is nice for strolling, too. And there’s the lake right there (pointing, since it’s half a block from where I’m sitting) and several kilometers of boardwalk, with adjacent pleasant street heavily covered in coffee shops. Lots of good restaurants, too, although most of the ones in my area are chain and not fantastic.
Chinatown and the art gallery intersect, and lead you off in the direction of Kensington Market. You should go to the St. Laurence Market, too, and get back bacon sammiches. On Saturday morning. It’s a necessary Toronto experience. It’s one of the top markets in the world, and it’s huge, with farmers and bakers and butchers and flower sellers and this pushy guy who sells beautiful silk scarves. Oh, there’s an Egyptian guy who sells bellydance gear, too.
Toronto’s like a series of small, interconnected neighbourhoods. It’s fun to walk.
Now I must start baking cinnamon buns and bread. I promised my co-workers cinnamon buns.
Sadly, I am still laughing at that joke.
Off to wead some weally bowing stuff.
Thanks skinnysop for the nice post.
And I will indeed share pics here, once we figure out how to share pics and not have everyone access the albums–Daughter likes to take pics of birds-there must be twenty pics of peacocks from every damned angle. Also, we sent me an album, to see how it works–I can, from the email, delete pics off the original album?
Does that sound right? So, until we figure all this out, no pics here, yet. I can post individual pics (which is what I plan to do) but they are sooooo small! We need to tinker with it for a bit.
Thank you for your warm, though squicked-out welcomes. FYI my son has a related talent, found at a much earlier age. He used to have lots of ear infections as a little boy, and the doctor told him he needed to clear the pressure in his ears using the Valsalva maneuver when he was congested. One day he came to me, perplexed. When he did the maneuver he would blow a steady stream of air out his eye, negating the ear-clearing effect. A child prodigy.
Today my new Giant Alien Head computer will arrive in time for my birthday (woohoo). I think I may name her Electra. She’s silver and her alien eyes glow blue. If anything comes out of them I’ll return her.
Yes. I’ve even cut my hair short. And rememebr those clothes of yours that went missing? Well, I’m wearing them. I even changed my name to yours. I wanna be just like **Spats ** when I grow up!
Er…anyway. I definitely will, then. I mean, I was going to anyway. It’s not like if you all said “NO!” I was planning on listening to anyone.
I don’t have any Pesach songs, but there is this one (you all know the melody)
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hopping down the Bunny Trail
Hippity Hoppity
Peter broke his leg
Snarky, moi? Silly, juvenile, TMIy, yes. Snarky? Oh and Lissla what welby wants to know is are there any lucrative street corners he can stand on. Snarky! Really!
Welcome skinny! Glad to see ya. Make yourself to home. Tell us all the minutiae of your life. We’re all about that here.
I just finished brokering a deal with everybody at work. See, I said if they’ll all agree to meet with me first thing on Friday morning about this application thing, I could get all my questions answered at one time in less than one hour and wouldn’t bug anybody about it again. Can y’all believe how nice I’m being? Can y’all believe I got twenty people to agree to meeting? Do I really think it’s gonna be that easy? Is the promise of not gettin’ bugged by lots of questions enough to entice everybody to the meeting? Oh the drama and suspense!
I’m hungry and it’s too early for lunch. I think I’ll eat some peanut butter crackers and spoil my appetite.
Consider this the obligatory “come clean the Diet Pepsi off oy monitor” post.
welby may have to beat up whomever is already panhandling on his chosen corner. I recommend getting a nice sign that says, “Pay me or I’ll dance naked!” or something to that effect.
gt th brioche took three risings, but it took six hours to rise the first thime. I started at two and got it out of the oven at 1 a.m.
Knock Knock
“Who’s there?”
“Ether.”
“Ether who?”
“The Ether Bunny!”
Knock Knock
“Who’s there?”
“Cargo.”
“Cargo who?”
“Cargo beep-beep, run over Ether Bunny.”
Knock Knock
“Who’s there?”
“Boo.”
“Boo who?”
“Don’t cry. Ether Bunny will be back next year.”
Oh, my.
Off to stoopid meeting. Hate work–someone give me lots of money so I don’t have to do this anymore. Thanks-'preciate it!