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May 25, 2007

Twixt And Tween

Long weekend coming up. Some of you will be scooting off to WisCon, and more power to you. No BitterCon for me this year, as instead I'll be attending a joint birthday for the lad and his cousin. Memorial Day falls nicely inbetwixt their birthdays, so there's going to be a joint fooferah.

I'm sure when they get older, they'll want this to continue, as long as they can get presents both times. Oh, you know they will.

Looking forward to this, as it's always nice to get two babies in a room together to see what they do. Plus they'll be meeting their great-grandmother and great-aunt for the first time. And after that, school starts back next week. Last summer was a blur, for obvious reasons. This one? It's just gonna be hot.

May 22, 2007

And The Followup

Took Ian to the Ear Nose & Throat practice (or as they call it in the field, Those Who Work With The Diseases Of The Headholes) this morning. He's getting tubes, all right. Not for another month, however, as the practice is a little backed up. And no wonder. Seems like everyone we mention this to in Real Life responds with, "Oh yeah, my son/daughter/niece/nephew/grandchild/neighbor's kid/coworker's kid/boss's kid/astrologist's kid had tubes put in." So many tubes, so little time.

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I mention in passing: Endless Zombie Rampage is actually kind of relaxing, in a mindless kind of way. Assuming you find shooting zombies relaxing, of course. Maybe you do. Who am I to judge?

May 18, 2007

Your Friday Night Movie Medley

Sometimes, out of the blue, I find myself really missing Mystery Science Theater 3000:

Truly, movies do provide a storytelling medium that transcends...well, something.

Oh, and that bit with the horse rules.

May 17, 2007

Holy Cow

I want to take a moment to wish a happy birthday to my nephew Chris, who turned one year old today. One year old. Where do the time go, and other remarks.

May 15, 2007

I Post, Therefore I Am

Still here. Been a long couple weeks. The quick summary is that it seems likely Ian is going to have tubes installed in his ears so the Internets can flow through a little easier to help with his recurring ear infection problem. Poor little guy.

Also, I am very tired of him throwing up on me. I'm not blaming him. The antibiotics are awful. But I am tired of it. Poor little me.

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I'd also like to say, "Congratulations!" to Greg and Dr. Lisa, for their soon-to-be successful escape from Phoenix. W00t!

Also, enjoy this video of a cat being vacuumed. It's hypnotic.

Reading: The Algebraist, by Iain M. Banks.

May 04, 2007


Apparently, in last night's Republican Presidential debate, three of the candidates (Senator Brownback, Congressman Tancredo and Governor Huckabee), declared that they didn't believe in evolution.

Uh huh.

There is, of course, only one logical course of action:

(from the continued works of XKCD.)

May 03, 2007

For The Shorties

I've realized my readership is dropping (oh noes! now how will I gets adz revnews?), so in a blatant attempt at fan service, I bring you this:

Hey, it's a classic pose. At least we didn't let him dump the bowl on his head.

May 02, 2007

I'm Betting One Week, Three Days

In case you've ever wondering where I'm posting from, it's the Blogipeligo, on the larger island near the city of BoingBoing. I know, I thought I'd be closer to the Kingdoms of LJ, but they're a little too fractious.

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Sent my pounds of RPG stuff off to the desert. Hope they have fun. I see the military is also clamping down on outside communication with the rest of the world, so it's a good thing they got the word out beforehand. Otherwise, I'd expect the games would be mostly things like charades:

"We've encountered..."
Odd contortions by the DM, making snarling faces and holding up hands as claws.
"A dragon!"
Frantic nodding.
"White dragon! Black dragon! Red dragon!"
Frantic nodding.
"It's a red dragon!" Pause. "Run away!"

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Lisa seems to have recovered fully. Thank Gawd, and thanks for your kind wishes. Now let's see how long it is until the next one of us catches something. We should start a pool or something.