Kevin twittered [basically] this earlier:
There’s a deleted scene in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where Zaphod and the VP kiss. I made “eww” noises, then Brian said, “No, that’s lovely, Daddy, just lovely”.
Isn’t that the cutest?
Kevin twittered [basically] this earlier:
There’s a deleted scene in Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy where Zaphod and the VP kiss. I made “eww” noises, then Brian said, “No, that’s lovely, Daddy, just lovely”.
Isn’t that the cutest?
I’ve been stressed out a lot lately… and pretty consistently for the last two years. It finally came to a head this week, and I decided I needed a break from everything. So, I decided that yesterday through Saturday, I would try to live completely without the internet: no blackberry, no laptop, no wi-fi, no nothin’. Since it’s only Friday afternoon, you can see – it didn’t go so well.\
I’ve worked for AOL for over twelve years. In that time, I’ve only been completely offline for more than twenty-four hours twice: first when a bunch of friends and I went to Carlsbad Caverns and none of us had laptops yet (this was 1998), and in 1999 when Jen and I got married and went on a three day cruise. That’s over eight years of pretty much constant connection to e-mail, IM, and everything else.\
Back to the break… in the beginning of my internet life (1995), it was just e-mail, and not a lot of it. I worked with a relatively small number of people, I was relatively isolated within the company, and wasn’t involved in anything outside of work that would produce much e-mail. Then, came the buddy list and instant messaging. OK, two forms of interruption, but pretty much exclusively used for work and at work. Fast forward 12 years, and now here’s what’s built up in the almost thirty-six hours I was able to stay away until the DT’s got me and I had to check:
Kevin is home today and tomorrow- yay- to continue to get the house ready for the renovation. (We need to move some stuff, paint some stuff, find some stuff, and call some people.) The kids were being extra loud this morning and Kev woke up, ready to start the day around 7. A M. In the morning. Like, right after the sun got up. Even when I wake up at 5 am with Brian, I am not ready to start the day until at least 8:30 am. Don’t even bother getting me to try. Now it’s 7:48 am, Kev and Brian are downstairs playing and I am trying to decide if going back to bed is the right thing to do. I am not particularly tired. But, I DON’T START THE DAY UNTIL 8:30 am. Except for when I do, because honestly, sometimes I do.
Kevin and I were sitting around the other day when one of us popped up, “You know, I think we need to up our yuppie status some.” The other replied, “I have just the thing! Let’s put Max in therapy!” And so we did.\
Tonight was the first visit for Max’s sleeping problem and it went really well. The psychologist told us that the we’ve been doing all the right things. She thinks maybe he just needs an extra little something to get past it. We have a couple different strategies laid out, nothing major though. YAY for professional validation.
Great article on Iraq, Iran, and the US.
The minute after Brian gets out of the bath, he finds the closest marker and draws all over his face. Grrrrr.
Kevin and I are playing TV Big Shot at Television Without Pity. It is a fantasy tv ratings prediction game similar to fantasy football. Our shows are:\
Back to You\
Chuck\
Heroes\
Kitchen Nightmares\
Reaper\
The Biggest Loser\
Anyone else playing the game?
Salon’s big article of the day: People of Paradox.
Mormons are not creationists
Say what? Since when? I’ve only been to church a handful of times in the last two years, but they didn’t change something this major and not tell me, right?
About a month ago, I gushed about how awesome Big Brother was this season. Murphy’s Law dictates that when a show starts out so freakingly good that it must crash and burn before the end, (Lost anyone?), so of course Big Brother had to totally blow chunks as this season came to a close. I’m not going to go over the specifics except to say: Dick cheated!! On camera! There is proof. I saw it with my own little eyes!! Booo to CBS and the suits behind the show for not ejecting Dick immediately. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.\
Aww, MSNBC agrees with me.\
And an even bigger BOO to Kraft and the NFL for not firing or, dammit, at least suspending, New England Patriot’s head coach Brian Belichick. His assistant got caught cheating, Belichick admitted to it, and he barely got a slap on the wrist? Are you FRAKIN kidding me?
Here is my free-flowing account of the Stop the War/Impeach Bush protest held on Saturday in DC. You can read Salon’s coverage here. I really appreciated the opportunity (and knowing about it beforehand) so that I could do something. I’ve been feeling so powerless lately that shouting for a day made me feel better. Having never been to anything like this before, it was a great learning experience.\
I went with friends which made the experience very enjoyable, as there was a lot of waiting, standing around, and walking. It was part neighborhood festival, part sight-seeing tour, and part social studies lesson. We people-watched. We listened to the speakers. We marched. We had nice conversations with those around us. We looked at and appreciated cool buildings (the White House looks so much smaller in person, I guess tv really does add ten pounds). We took a ton of pictures of us and the other protesters. We chatted and caught up with each other as well as discussed the different topics of the day. We chanted and took turns holding up a sign that read, “Support the Troops: Bring them home now.” I wondered where Susan Sarandon was.\
Seeing the different homemade signs was cool, funny, and poignant. One sign read, “Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.” Some called the war a class war and others asked how many gallons of oil a liter of blood was worth. Some signs were dedicated to dead soldiers. Some called Bush and Cheney evil (“Cheney/Voldemort ’08” is the one I remember the best). A lot of signs called for impeachment (which, thank you). Most signs reflected the idea of supporting the troops AND ending the war. One sign read, “Read Chomsky.” My favorite sign was “Supporting peace is not unpatriotic.”\
There was a big age range of participants, everyone from grandparents to students and a handful of kids and tots. There was a Santa; a guy in camo, smeared in fake blood; a 12 foot tall figure dressed as war; a fake Bush and Cheney or two. Tons of veterans. A lot of out-of-towners. There were a few tourists who happened to wander into our midst as they tried to cross the street against the mass. A lot of older women. A lot of banners that went off of the “stop the Iraq war” agenda (as did some of the speakers), which led to me wondering what kind of tangents were raised at the Civil Rights march where King made his famous speech (Maybe, “BTW, school lunches suck”?).\
There are estimates that one million Iraqis have been killed.\
Ramsey Clark, former Attorney General, and the head of ImpeachBush.org, listed some of the reasons for impeachment: