Well, I don't think a jury in the land would have convicted her if she'd decked him, but YMMV. Glad the Pythons brought the cheery instead.

A timely reminder of what parenting a baby is going to be like again.

Indeed. I've been in baby/toddler hell today.

Although, and I don't know what to make of this, Mal and I were playing blocks while watching Slings and Arrows and at pretty every Shakespeare scene (I mean the ones where an actor is speaking the text), Mal would stop and look up rapt, totally focussed.

Probably not coincidentally, getting him to use actual words backslid significantly today. Maybe he's decided not to speak until he has a better writer.

Gotta say, Slings and Arrows looks like something I'd fall head over heels in love with. God knows I adored Men with Brooms, and it's not like I have any feelings about curling one way or the other. Shakespeare festival, otoh...yeah.

Hallo. I am not usually up at this hour on a Saturday (much less "have been up for almost 2 hours"), but my landlord came over so I could sign a new lease. They're moving to Texas. Eek. Here's hoping nothing happens that requires emergency landlord help!

I still need to clean more before smonster and Amyth show up, but I'm wanting to go back to bed. HOWEVER, I'm pissed because my phone (which is only a year old!) has EATEN smonster's phone number. Because she's at the end of the alphabet. Bastard. And I don't want to buy an expensive new phone, but I also don't want to sign an extension on my contract and have to hope that a new phone would last for three years. BASTARDS.

Who else thinks that Hec should have heard out his (rather pregnant) wrothful wife, even if the story was boring?

Yeah, that would be the traditional method. But I can guarantee two things if I'd been less innovative in my Pythonian therapy: 1) I would have been bored; 2) JZ would have wound herself up into a froth of wroth that would not have relieved her mood.

Although, and I don't know what to make of this, Mal and I were playing blocks while watching Slings and Arrows and at pretty every Shakespeare scene (I mean the ones where an actor is speaking the text), Mal would stop and look up rapt, totally focussed.

Well, he may be sensitive to rhythm in language which means you have either a budding scholar, or a kid who's going to drive you nuts with gangsta rap at an early age.

Gotta say, Slings and Arrows looks like something I'd fall head over heels in love with.

Oh yeah. Plus it's got several male/male relationships that could benefit from slash goggles. Even the dim, pretty motorcycle boy is gallant and interesting.

Fay, you would absolutely adore it. It's the best acting I've seen from Paul Gross, too. The whole cast is fantastic, but I have to say his performance surprised me (in a good way). I'm looking forward to the DH getting home so I can watch it again with fewer distractions and someone who understands why I'm laughing or crying.

he may be sensitive to rhythm in language

If he raps in iambic pentameter, I'm okay with that.

My best male friend is really good at the "Your rant is boring. Here, catch this curveball" thing with me, but I have to say I don't take that well from Robert. He doesn't take it well when I rant either, tho, so that's fair.

got side with David on this one. DH is a ranter. everynow and then I just look at him and say" Is this helping?" and think of something more fun to do. now, if had said , this is boreing and walked away - that's dofferent. but he found a way to make her feel better -and that is good.

I don't think there's really a question of taking sides here.

But it wasn't a boring story! It had the chilliest street corner in San Francisco, and a random crazy woman yelling at all the huddled shivering masses, and a pregnant woman drinking gin straight out of the bottle (not me, I hasten to add), and a pack of heartbreakingly beautiful teens already seriously wasted and wobbling their way out to the beach to get even more fucked up and talking about who was and wasn't a reliable source of hallucicogens at their school (apparently there's some girl who claims her shroom treats are C-benzie but they're really just AST -- but her dry-cap mushrooms are the shit. Discerning shoppers need to know this.), and a creepy guy named Dexter who failed to notice that I was 5 months pregnant and tried valiantly to hit on me because I "looked really young" and was a "good woman."

Admittedly, Monty Python was more fun.

Plus it's got several male/male relationships that could benefit from slash goggles.

There was a discussion in one of the lj communities about how it's nearly impossibly to slash Geoffrey Tennant. He's like Crichton, with the core of his character so resolutely, messily, angrily OTP-centric that it's all but impossible to believably pair him up with anyone but Ellen, male or female.

But, oh, how I want backstory on the opening-credits couple. It needn't even have Teh Sex -- I just want their story, dammit.