Caucus Time

Pretty much exactly what she said.

Sigh. I hate not knowing what to do.

Attention Ralph Nader

Fuck off.

Seriously, your vanity candidacy and saving-us-from-our-poor-dumb-selves are both completely. Over. Played.



Normal posting will resume someday. Right now, I'm completely overwhelmed with life.

The Terrifying Truth About the UnSpouse

"Mommy, he's a blanket monster! He's arrrring us!"

Topping the Billboard Charts

(Overheard while Adam was singing to his shoes. To the tune of "Where is Thumbkin.")

In my shoe I have a chutzpah,
Here it is, here it is!

Help Me, Interwebs!

So, I have this brilliant idea for a quilt. But, the thing is, I need fabric scraps with letters. Lots of 'em. Preferable black and white, preferebly printed, not script, needn't be too big. If you have such a beastie lying about, and you feel like giving it a new home, send me an email or leave a comment. Pretty please?

Discerning Taste

Adam has discovered the wonder that is Jonathan Coulton. He likes to hold my hands and spin in circles doing the Mr. Fancy Pants dance. When we finish that, he asks me to play the Monkey Song. I plan to try him out on Skullcrusher Mountain next; just the thing for a budding evil genius.

For those of you who've been living under a rock for even longer than I have, Jonathan Coulton writes songs and puts them up on the interwebs for free. Or mainly free. They're licensed under Creative Commons, which "provides free tools that let authors, scientists, artists, and educators easily mark their creative work with the freedoms they want it to carry. You can use CC to change your copyright terms from 'All Rights Reserved' to 'Some Rights Reserved.'" So you can buy the songs, or just listen to them, or make copies of them, or make videos of dubious quality and put them up on Youtube.

All of which is pretty cool, of course, but the more important thing is that there's a guy out there who's devoted his life to writing songs about half-monkey, half-pony monsters. And my kid likes him, too.

What the World Needs Now

Adam has been growling out a death metal/hardcore variant of "ha motzi lechem min ha'aretz*, roar, roar, roar!"

I suspect G-d has a far better sense of humor than most people credit him with, and that he finds it as charming as I do.

*The blessing over challah

Spitting Mad

Mukasey ... torture ... rule of law ... misogyny ... emergency contraception ... idiot judges ...

In lieu of a bunny with a pancake, I give you this: