And I got three hours of fresh air.

The Korean store down the street stopped selling Christmas trees today. I've begun to wonder whether there is some great conspiracy to move the holidays back, so that Christmas eventually comes some time in October, and then, finally, August ( Read more... )

"Enlarge your penis" in the inbox; "Yale MBA admissions" in the spam folder -- my email has very strange preferences.

Everyone makes fun of my robe. So it's fluorescent blue. So it's got frogs on it ( Read more... )

I have so much verbial back-up in me that I may soon explode ( Read more... )

I have two types of friends: those who like Suliko better, and those who like Petrov (formerly Valiko) better.

Quite telling, if you think about it.

Nina has a very admirable trait: the complete lack of any retrospective self-doubt.

Instead, I seem to do all of that for her.
And a lot more, too.

Then again, perhaps she steps on the same rake, so to say, while I find other places to bruise.

M. cries a lot now ( Read more... )

Am no longer liked by lawyers; now it's professors of mathematics.

I wasn't planning to give myself away, no, but when he said that "even an improper integral would like to converge every once in a while," I giggled too loud, too fast.

(DV: not ML)

Kid S. has a new girlfriend: she 1) likes me, 2) is the first of his girlfriends to like me, 3) told me I look a year younger than am (ah, flattery will take her so far!)
He has my blessing to marry now.