Elf Sternberg

I can get behind this policy:

Omaha and I were having a long and involved talk with Yamaraashi-chan about "family." I won't go into the details here; let's just say that sometimes, when she's moody and difficult, she retreats into her own little world and it's hard for us to feel like we're all a family together, especially since both she and Omaha can get on each other's nerves quite effectively. The talk was good; Omaha, Yamaraashi-chan, and I agreed that I needed to do more of the parenting for Yamaraashi-chan and Omaha less, and we'd all need to remind ourselves, regularly, of how to be a family. Stepfamily takes work.

But as we were doing so, Yamaraashi-chan started playing with her cell phone. At first, her excuse was that she'd been lying on it and had taken it out of her pocket, but now she was stealing glances at some IM feed on it. Omaha pointed it out to me and I said, "Give it to me, kid."

She reluctantly handed it over, and as I took it I noticed that the wrap she keeps on it was missing. "Where's the condom?" I blurted.

"The what!?" she said, her eyes getting wide.

"The condom. You know, the rubber protective thing that goes on the outside."

"Do people really call it that?" She was outraged.

"Of course. It's a rubber protective device. What else would you call it?"

"Ewwwwww!" she whined. "I am never using that thing again. That's gross!"

Not safe for work, but unbearably funny: Members of the Royal Shakespeare Company of London read Celebrity Sex Tape Transcripts, Episode 1: Colin Farrell and Nicole Narain. Omaha and I just about died watching this.



Because we all need to think about something else for a change.

This is one of the two coffee machine at work. It broke. As you can see, the notes got silly fast. The bottom two post-its are written like request memos for our bugtracker, with the bottom one indicating that quality assurance gives this a top priority, 'testing cannot proceed until this is fixed' rating.