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What the hell is this, Don't Answer Your Telephone Day? Dear everyone, if you make an appointment to interview someone at 8:30 you really are going to have to break your policy of never answering your phone until 9am so that I can inform you that your appointment is in fact here. And if it IS Don't Answer Your Telephone Day, someone needs to have sent me that memo because I could happily not answer telephones until the cows come home.

Speaking of which, steak dinner with french fries is on the menu tonight, as long as R is lucid and wlling to help cook. The point of this exercise is to teach him how to cook steak. I won't even hold my breath that he will ever be able to make home-made french fries, but I'd like to prove to him that fries don't grow in the ground in freezer bags but in fact actually do come from potatoes at some point in their life cycle.

And in the vein of R, food, and humour, bluejeanius has drawn another webcomic. As with the last one, this is not based on a real life event, though I'm sure if R did find the perfect pickle he would let me know. He's...a sharer that way.

( Dude, you gotta see this pickle! )

Also: Angel versus Harkness in a macro war to the finish.

Coats don't count!

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I was tooling around on del.icio.us just now and noticed that of the handful of people who have the general Stealing Harry url bookmarked, one of them summarises me thusly:

"Sometimes it's good to be viciously in denial about canon."

Amen, my child. Amen.

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OMG WTF SNOW.

Seriously, I love the snow and I still think this is BS. I got up this morning and thought, Yes, I think it is springlike enough out, I can wear the light green linen shirt and people will say unto me, O Sam, you are dressed for spring!

I didn't even take a hat, though this is mainly because my LJ hat is lost to the ages and I don't have another knit cap that fits.

So, I took a cab home. Have I mentioned how much I like cabs? I like them a lot.

R is asleep, and I think That Girl is here to judge from the unfamiliar shoes in the entryway. I'm thinking maybe instead of steak and fries I'll just order in.