Cutie Em! [link]

, and at that point, well, it gave me a new perspective on how much easier it is to stand on your high horse when things like an extra five bucks on chow won't break the bank.

Yeah. I'm working in my head on a post for my Mommyblog about just such a thing. Principles shouldn't be a luxury, damn it, but I can't afford to vote with my pocketbook these days.

One therapist said, "Nine year olds like you to sit around looking at them and admiring them."

Nine was... (thinks) Grade 4. My attention whore period either came early (before school age and memory) or late (think destructive late teen habits). At nine, I was annoying and bookish (hobbies: handicapping and reading sci-fi/fantasy), still thought Piers Anthony was worth my time (I WAS NINE, what the hell did I know?), and generally a smart-ass, but pretty ego-free.

I think it takes off about four eps in, with the episode between Linda Cardellini and James Franco's characters where she breaks out laughing at the end (to not reveal plot). Also the faux-beer party, the D&D episode, the liberal use of Styx for dramatic effect, the ambiguous gender episode (particularly that actress) and both the disco and punk themed eps were great. Plus, there's the enduring genius of Bill.

We watched the pilot and the faux-beer party last night. I can see both why critics adored it, and why it didn't take off with the ratings. It's a little too realistic for comfort, like watching actual gut surgery on the medical channel.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEXY MARRIED FENCER WOMAN AMYCH!

It's been quite the year for you, one of many transitions, and I hope those transitions lead to every birthday from now on being better than the last.

It's a little too realistic for comfort, like watching actual gut surgery on the medical channel.

It's not all excruciating recognitions of humiliation though. The D&D scene is probably the most positive gaming scene ever put on TV or film.

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Yeah. I'm working in my head on a post for my Mommyblog about just such a thing. Principles shouldn't be a luxury, damn it, but I can't afford to vote with my pocketbook these days.

You never could really. That is, depending on how well off you are you can choose to skip some products or vendors that are bad for the environment/society/humanity/etc. But the problems are structural. Just about everything is made in a harmful way one way or the other. The point is to do what you can to push for change, (obviously it will vary with available time, energy and money.)

But nobody can be perfectly pure. Even somebody who goes "back to the land" on a "self sufficient" homestead (which would be my personal version of hell - city boy thank you very much) can't pass the "what if everybody did it test". We are all part of a system; even if we choose to fight it, we can't escape being part of it; yes we have agency; we make our society; but we don't make it exactly as we please.

Wheeee! Deena designed a lovely "book cover" for me! LOVE IT! [link]

Also, what was I thinking naming the community "shrinkingboobs"? New rule: no naming LiveJournal communities before coffee.

Wow, that cover is really well done; good job!

Very nice cover Deena!

I've only met one person with my birthday, same year too. I loved him muchly and wouldn't have minded sharing my day with him. As a general rule though I think it stinks. A person really should get one day for themselves.

Random kid moments today. DH decided he wanted to go to see Harry Potter and he went to round up Bobby to go see it with him. Bobby was too busy playing army type games in the park to bother. He is such a social animal. Sitting in a theater just doesn't compare with playing with friends. Then Brendon (domestically way behind his little brother) asked me to teach him how to make a grilled cheese sandwich. Woo! He was a bit annoyed that I couldn't give him absolute time parameters, but he dealt with it. t /kids like carrots

Back to baking cookies...

Yeah, it's nothing but a small bit of choice, but those can be important in their way. Nine was...a little hard for me. I think that's when I first started to get that I wasn't gonna grow past the wheelchair thing, but at the same time I don't doubt that part of me thought I could be "legendary" too. After all, grown people were waiting for me to answer THEIR questions; I must be a genius. I wanted to be a telethon star, man. Mom said "No." then she said "Hell no." then she said "over my dead body." After that, I got the message. Now, I'm glad. A true subversive shouldn't be remembered for singing "Tomorrow" in her Sunday-go-to-meeting. Actually, though she was probably afraid I'd try to do stand-up...prove you didn't have to be in double digits to have a tight five...also, Mom would take ten years off her life to not bring attention on herself. In many ways, she doesn't understand me at all.

I'm with Brendon on wanting time parameters. I once had exact time and temperature settings figured out for a perfect grilled cheese, but I moved away from that stove, of course, and have never achieved such reproducible perfection since. Alas.

I picked my French Toast recipe based on teh fact that it says "3 minutes on a side or until golden brown" rather than just "until golden brown". Even if it's wrong, at least it's something to aim for.

I think it's time for cross-stitch.

Click here [link] for some science teaching filk...

for instance:

Glucose -- ah, sugar sugar --
You are my favorite fuel
From the blood-borne substrate pool.
Glucose -- monosaccharide sugar --
You're sweeter than a woman's kiss
'Cause I need you for glycolysis.