I Think I May Have Tucked My Dress Into My Stockings

My husband is, as they say, "on the market" this year. That is to say he's applying for "real jobs." (And that is my quote limit for the day.) He's applied all over, but there are a couple of places we would really, really like to go. I can't tell you where for fear of fucking up his chances, but they're cool places. Or we think they're cool places, anyway, and isn't that what really matters?

So one of the weird side effects of this is that I'm now getting hits through Xander's website and from people Googling him. While this makes perfect sense, it also makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Like I'm being examined, too. And what if I've tucked my dress into my stockings and now everyone can see my underwear? This could be really embarrassing. Which makes me want to say the following:

Hey, guys! Welcome! Xander is really great, and if you haven't met him you should make arrangements to do so. Yes, he's smart and he's published a bunch of papers and organized seminars and conferences and has a great teaching record, but he's also pleasant to be around. He's funny and kind and thoughtful and good at getting shit done. He's also really nice to have around at potentially awkward math functions, as he can make conversation with pretty much anyone and often does. Please try not to judge him based on the quality of his puns, which range from clever to really, really horrible. But more importantly, please don't judge him based on the rubbish you find on here. Xander is much cooler than this blog. Sadly, this is no Quomodocumque. Or xkcd. Oh, but how I wish I could be xkcd! But I do bake and brew beer, and I'll invite you over for such things if you hire my husband who, as I've mentioned, is awesome.

Whew. I feel better. Now that's out of the way, I can continue regaling you with tales of potty training and beer brewing and hairballs and whether or not I might be a hipster. Stay tuned...