seldomifever: (landscape)
Snow day! A respite from wrangling with the school district from h e double hockey sticks. *sigh* I loves snow days.

Booked Disney two days ago. That oughta fill me with glee, but mostly I am filled with dread. I don't like the idea of my children being x-rayed unnecessarily or manhandled by ex-priests, er, TSA agents. But, in all fairness, these agents probably don't *want* to be fondling children. They're just following orders. Hrm. Seems to me I've heard that excuse before. Oh, yeah. At Nuremberg.

I am happy there is finally some sense of public outrage over Palin's use of gun not-so metaphors. She scared the crap out of me when she was running with McCain, and has never stopped causing me anxiety. When she speaks, dystopian horror stories like The Handmaid's Tale don't seem so far fetched after all.

And, hey, did you read this? For those of you who held out hope, it sounds pretty official: Ripper is DOA. Also, how much do you love, love the picture of Head holding that sword? Guh!
seldomifever: (smoking)
So we didn't end up taking our trip today. Blistering heat wave + no air conditioning at my sister's house = postponing 'til August. Probably should have just gone anyway, but at 6 o'clock this morning, our decision not to go seemed reasonable.

My husband and I have been watching Spartacus: Blood and Sand on Netflix. The first few eps received our usual review: "Boy, is this fucking stupid!" But it grows on you - like mold. I'm hooked. Violent, sexy...um, did I mention sexy? Lotsa nakey men-types prancing about, slashing each other's throats. Somehow I can find it in my heart to forgive its stupidity.

What other interesting tidbits abound? Eh, lotsa dumb stuff that is hardly worth mentioning, but I will tell you this: Sometimes, randomly, throughout the course of the day, I think about what we'd be doing if we were in Disney at that very moment. It brings me a strange sort of comfort to realize that every day there is exactly as the last.
seldomifever: (bg shirt)
Disney. What can be said about you that hasn't been said before? I'm even more impressed with you this year than I was last. What a delight to discover that even though I've spent the past year and a half virtually doubling in size, you have already taken such variables into account and created seat belts that stretch to accommodate even the more full-figured of your guests. And, although I did find myself wedged in your Haunted House turnstile, the waiflike Japanese woman before me found herself similarly stuck, proving, once again, your exceptional service and attention to detail - even your faulty mechanisms do not discriminate. Yay!

And now here are some random links for the flist, because you are loved:

A Loudon Wainwright III song called The Krugman Blues - funny!

A view of Henry Miller's bathroom - neat!

An article on the modern teenage girl's growing misery - sad!
seldomifever: (scruffy)
Disney. When the humidity is high and the lines are long and screamie meamie babies abound, it's hard to remember what the hell you're doing there in the first place. But when the temps are fine and you achieve all of your goals for the day through careful planning and clever use of Fastpass, there is nothing sweeter. Our legs ached and our feet killed, but the overall experience was pretty wonderful. We had a spectacular view of the fireworks show at the Magic Kingdom, which became the highlight of every evening, because not only were they the most amazing display of pyrotechnics we'd ever seen, they could be viewed from our favorite place of all--our bed. Woot! Woot!

Flying still traumatizes me, although I survived the experience without the use of tranquilizers. Decided it would be best if Mommy wasn't too incapacitated to be able to place air masks on die Kinder should the need arise, simply because I couldn't handle hurling through space at 500 miles per hour, forty thousand feet above the earth. Urg. And as if taking off and landing weren't terrifying enough, I swear we narrowly avoided a midair collision on the flight down, because suddenly, somewhere over Virginia, our plane veered to the left and a few seconds later, another jet whizzed past us on the right. Meep. If we were meant to fly, God wouldn't have invented cars. Or trains. Or New York. And even though I do seriously dig this Jonathan Richman song, I think I'll stick to driving.

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