Elsewhere on the interwebz, people are being all-interesting-n-stoof and I just wanted you to know so you didn't miss it.
For example, Diplopundit had a nice, long conversation with herself about State blogs and the murderers thereof.** (You know, when *I* talk to myself, I sound like a moron, but when *she* talks to herself, she's crazy brilliant.)
[**Note to my Dad: You may see a quote or two that you recognize on Diplopundit's blog post.]
Also, did you catch Jill's latest FS BRU (Foreign Service Blog RoundUp)? There are tons of happy Foreign Service folks represented there this week! It's fun to see where everyone is and what they're doing. :)
And what have you missed here? With me and my family? Well...
Let's see. I didn't buy this lingerie:
But I did stand and stare at it.
Probably because it was, like, EYE LEVEL AND GLOWING AT ME. All radiant-like and all bright and beaming-y. That's not camera flash, my friends... that's some sort of mannequin that GLOWS. BRIGHTLY. FROM THE INSIDE.
It was actually night time and I had been briskly walking past that store, heading toward other things. But then the GLOWING caught my eye (it was right in the store's front window) and I stopped and stared. I couldn't help it. And Matthew, my 18-year-old son, was with me. And then I realized he was standing there too, so I reached my hands over and covered his youthful, impressionable eyes to shield them from the glowing advertisement of pure sex** (something akin to the leg lamp in that awesome movie The Christmas Story).
[**Hello, creepy Google searchers! WRONG BLOG!]
And I tried to figure out what the glowing lingerie was advertising. If I bought that lingerie, was it promising me that when I put it on I would then GLOW WITH BEAMS OF BRIGHT INTENSITY, knocking James clear onto the floor several feet away just by my raw, glowing, incandescent power? And would I want that?
(Probably not. So we kept walking.)
You also missed my helping some of my native-Chinese-speaking girlfriends study for their college English exams. Poor souls.
Can I just say that it is quite obvious to me that these English textbooks here in China aren't written by native English speakers? I mean - I ask you, my friends - if YOU came across a (college!) textbook with the sorts of questions like this fill-in-the-blank:
"___________________ who had been prisoned for seven years."
what would YOU say or think?
I mean, it's really not helpful when my grammar-loving self starts going off about how THERE'S NO SUCH WORD AS "PRISONED" FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHO WRITES THESE THINGS, because if one starts arguing with the textbook writers then where do we go from there?
Oh, I also may have stood thoughfully in front of another store, gazing at Mickey in his Chinese finery:
And Minnie in *her* Chinese finery:
And I did my best to try to estimate, off the top of my head, the potential likelihood that the Disney Corporation got even one single iota of monetary compensation for not only those cheery representations of cartoon-y glee but also all of the others (backpacks, shirts) I see every day around here.
(If it's anything like the Apple Store That Isn't A Real Apple Store, probably not too high.)
Whatever. Disney ain't hurting for dough, right?