I dreamed aliens were taking our children away to raise them to adolescence and then eat them. They had brochures. Glossy color brochures. Depicting some kind of lovely fifties Americana but with extra quality time, where every Sunday there was a picnic in the backyard. Of course, in the living room there was a timekeeper thing which showed how long each child had until grisly death, but the aliens seemed convinced that that wouldn't matter as much as the rest of it.
Not that we had a choice; just that the aliens wanted us to understand that things weren't all that bad, because -- look! Glossy color brochure with smiling family!
Not that we had a choice; just that the aliens wanted us to understand that things weren't all that bad, because -- look! Glossy color brochure with smiling family!
You can tell they'd been spying on us for a while.
Mal is just adorable. Even more adorable than Pooh. Although, both Mal and Pooh together are deadly adorable.
t dies from the adorable
Last night my DH spoke to a good friend in Seattle. Turns out, he and his wife became the proud parents of a baby boy last Tuesday. This is about a month before her due date. While my hubby remembered to ask if everyone was in good health (they are), here is what he didn't find out: why baby is still in the hospital, if mama is still in the hospital, when everyone is expected home, baby's size, how to spell baby's name, etc., etc. What did they talk about? I have no idea.
I was rooting for the African guy or the Central American guy. Not that I've really got a dog in the fight being nonreligious and all, but it seems that there's a lot of good that faith and works could do in those parts of the world if someone with a big name and some power focused some attention on them.
Me too, but I bet it's Ratzinger. I will be wrong all over the place, if it is not.
Do we not actually know who it is yet? I turned on NPR briefly and someone was talking about Ratzinger, so I assumed it was him and turned it off because it was one of those annoying interviews where there's more of the studio guy and the on-site guy trying to understand each other than actual content.
Susan, have you seen "Fever Pitch", yet?
Me too, but I bet it's Ratzinger.
Which will do nothing for me but reestablish my lack of faith in the church- and pretty much organized religion in general. If they'd chosen either of my two, I'd still be nonreligious, but at least I'd feel like me and the church were reading the same plot even if we weren't on the same page.
Ratzinger, who will be Benedict XVI
Benedict. Benedictine is the adjective (and also the alcohol.)
Susan, have you seen "Fever Pitch", yet?
Nope. We haven't seen a movie in the theater since National Treasure over Thanksgiving. Thanks to Annabel's mellow nature, I get to do more normal life stuff like write and go to baseball games than many mothers, but movies are kinda tough still.
