There and back

I'm still a bit jetlagged and worn down from the past couple of days... I had a nice unplanned visit Wednesday to Sunset and Port, then went back to work, then got 2 hours of sleep before getting up at 4am to go to the airport for an overnight in Washington, DC.

( a 78-degree shift )

( My seven minutes )

( From the front lines of the culture wars... )

Name meme...

By the way, lemmings look a lot like miniature guinea pigs, except white and brown...

If you call me brian1789, you know me only from LJ or maybe alt.poly.
If you call me brian-with-numbers, you probably know me from alt.poly.
If you call me Mr. Glass, you're almost certainly a telemarketer.
If you call me Jay , you are either an intimate -- chosen or biological family, or else you know me from high school or at MIT.
If you call me Brian, you've probably met me in person either at work, or socially, and you either aren't close enough yet to use Jay, or could but like this better...
If you call me Brian-with-an-I , you're one of the N of them ;-).
If you call me BJ , you're either an uncle or my best friend in college, or you're on thin ice ;-)
If you call me Red, you're one of my male cousins in Kansas.
If you call me Dr. Glass, you're either my mother, Pascal, Lori, Tony, an airline agent (the travel office uses it), a would-be contractor at work, or someone from a technical society trying to sign me up for some volunteer work. Or my Ph.D advisor. Or a reporter.
If you call me Jaybird , you're my grandmother.
If you call me bri-bri, you're Nancy.
If you call me son, you're one of my parents.
If you call me Dad, you're James, David or Kevin.
If you call me Brain, you're either teasing me (watch it!) or you're the perpetually clueless California DMV, who keeps making this mistake on my license.