Oh god....

Tell me this is satire, that I'm missing the joke here. Please!

Huh.

They've raised the user picture limit for permanent accounts to 100.

Well, shit. Now I want one. And I didn't really before. And I still can't afford one. And even if I would ask people to spend that kind of money on me, nobody would.

I'm so not happy. About the only way I'm getting one of these accounts is if all of you decided, out of the blue, to buy me coupons. Like that's happening.

Stupid whiners, making life more annoying for everyone.

In other news, I'm now able to check my email.

In order to do that, I had to clear out all my emails for the past several months, so if you've tried to email me since March or so, I didn't see it.

I did see two of the emails before doing my mass purge, so the answers are: Stagemanager, go right ahead, and... wait, I'm emailing the second person now.

They do this in Belgium to get light in gardens...

Or so I've been told.

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Another somewhat pointless article, about a woman who practices English by the road.

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More articles from the Times!

All jumbled together, hold on...

AIDS, pregnancy, and poverty trap African girls

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Parents are a problem for recruiters.

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Another book-war.

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So, job-kinda-looking.

And Jenn found one for me that she "wasn't sure I'd be interested in" because it's receptionist-ing for an adult website that caters to gay men.

Now, I agree, porn isn't exactly where I want to be working, even if it *is* the reason for the internet, but let's think about this logically.

It's gay man porn.

I'm not a gay man. Indeed, I'm not a man at all. I can't think of many environments that are safer for a straight woman than in a company where, I suspect, many of the people are gay. Men. Who, after all, can be trusted to know what gay men want in porn. And the clientele are as well, so... yeah.

And I'd be all receptionist person. I don't have to deal with icky sex stuff. (All sex, when you come down to it, even if it's the type of sex you're interested in, is somewhat icky. It's bodily fluids!)

The real reason I'm not interested in this job is that it apparently requires knowledge of Macintosh computers, and I don't do Macs. Don't know anything about them, and am not comfortable lying.

Ana is getting SO SMART.

And so whiny. She turned two, she hit the terrible twos with a vengeance. I'm already bored with 'em.

But, back to the SO SMART part. She's starting to use real sentences, not just two word combos. She chases a ball, when she catches it she says "I got you!". She wants to go on a chair, she says "Awant sit down!". She bangs her hand, she says "Kiss your finger?". (She's still not completely clear on the pronouns thing, or even the name thing. While she consistently calls us all by the right name, and responds to her name, she greets people with "Hi Ana", and often will say "Bye Ana" as well.)

Oh, and she can now catch a ball that's thrown to her. Which makes her right on par with me, physically...

And she kindasorta has the idea of "racing".

And she will occasionally say please with no prompting, or with only the minimal prompting of "what do you say?" instead of the more direct "say please!". And she says "thank you". And sorry. And "it's all right". And "scuzeme". This is one polite little girl, until she gets to the no. Nah hug! Nah nap! Nah tired! Nah kiss! Nah done! Nah up! Nah poo! (This, when she clearly needs her diaper changed, is enough to make me weep.)

I love my Anababy. She's sooooooo smart. Clearly, the smartest baby, like, ever, right? Except she's not a baby, she's a little girl, and it's all scary and cool and scary and cool and awwww.

OH! And when I go up and down the stairs with her, I count for each step, and wait for her to repeat it. But now, up until around four or five, she'll say the words with me instead of repeating. Too, too, too cool. And she'll echo us when we read to her.