jawnbc | I'm too stoopid for my shirt, so stoopid it herts

So the last couple of weeks I’ve been opening my morning LJ reading, as per usual. I check for replies to my most recent captivating missive, then started reading my friends page. Except you maudites vâches aren’t hardly updating at all.

So then I think “ooh they’re all filtering me out. All of them. It’s a goddamned conspiracy.” And I mull that over for a while.

Then yesterday I realize that I’m used to starting my LJ day 7 hours after the West Coast Canada/US, and 10 (or more) hours after the East Coast. And since I’m now in the Pacific time zone, I’m pretty much on the same page as many of you, timewise.

So I now know that many of you only get to LJ later in the day, after several hours of real work. For which I admire you.

In other news,

querrelle cooked a phenomenal roast dinner yesterday for us and the Girls--Noel & Jocelyne, who brought Vinnie (see user icon) and his more robust brother Buzz. Perfect lamb roast, gorgeous roasted parsnips and carrots, yummy sweet corn o’ cob and broccoli, and heavenly Yorkshire puddings.

He’s gorgeous, clever, the best sex ever and he makes perfect Yorkshire puddings. If life is a lottery, I scored the jackpot.