And then this Bear, Pooh Bear, Winnie-the-Pooh, F.O.P. (Friend of Piglet's), R.C. (Rabbit's Companion), P.D. (Pole Discoverer), E.C. and T.F. (Eeyore's Comforter and Tail-finder)--in fact, Pooh himself--said something so clever that Christopher Robin could only look at him with mouth open and eyes staring, wondering if this was really the Bear of Very Little Brain whom he had know and loved so long.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

I'm pretty sure I remember the bald guy in this picture from the days I used to wait, always feeling sketchy but relying on my white-female privelege not to look like a terrorist/stalker, outside Lehman for Oren. Or maybe it was someone else equally imposing. Alas.

In totally unrelated news, I was recently at an engagement party. Mother-of-bride-to-be gave a little speech about looking forward to sharing more happy occassions, combining our families, etc. Some older woman yells out, "Lots of babies!" Calling a fish a fish, i suppose.

In other other news the prospect of getting a job does not amuse me. And in general I have a lot to do and am tired. Blah.



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