Lauren Brian @lbrianwrites@computerfairi.es

Coworker warning re the chocolates at work: they're cordials.

Me: okay, I can handle chocolates that're a little watery

Reality: Naw, yo. This is a SHOT OF PURE ALCOHOL someone encased in chocolate. Are you ready to be DRUNK AT WORK?

At least I have something to look forward to at 5...

I've never been able to afford the definitive edition DVD sets, but I guess I'm going to have to start saving up, if they're even still available. This walled garden, back-catalog hoarding is BULLSHIT.

Dammit. Hulu put the Twilight Zone behind an impossible paywall so now I can't follow along with the SyFy marathon. This SUCKS.

Well, cleaning your oven with nothing but a paste made of baking soda and water actually does work as effectively as the internet says. Not having to deal with harsh chemicals was pretty nice, actually.

Well, nuts. It looks like the Korean restaurant isn't doing their New Year's platter this year. Bummer.

Holiday baking is winding down and I have definitely made too much.

I think Zuckland is burying my holiday baking posts and I am unsure how to reach the people I need to contact for baking preferences.

I am watching Queer Eye Brazil and Queer Eye Germany and they are exactly the same as the English Queer Eye. How is it that this is the visual media format that transcends language and culture?

The company holiday lunch was tasty, but now even my eyeballs are nauseated.

I ordered myself some Blackwing 602s as an early christmas present.

And the follow-up is "As long as people still promote Rocky Horror Picture Show, I doubt it will happen," so, I'm pretty sure "decent" in this context doesn't refer to performance or costume quality.

Zuckland is so strange sometimes, if my family wasn't there I don't know that I'd stay.

I just read someone in Zuckland say they "hoped the decent drag queens get together to fight the not decent ones" and I. Just. I am at a loss for words.

Finally contacted Cat3's original owner re looking for a new place for her to be. For every good interaction we have, there's a 7-inch long scratch on my forearm or deep bruise on my hand for when she decides to murder me. For every time she ignores Cat2 outside her room, there's a time when she's running full tilt into the baby gate snarling at him for doing the same thing. I think Cat3 just needs a home w/o other cats.

I don't feel quite right trying to force the issue with kitty Prozac - Cat3 isn't all-over stressing anymore, it's just Cat2 that makes her see red. I just... I don't know.