I'm so out of tune with the world that the first flag I saw at half-staff (before I knew Ford had died), I thought to myself, "DAMN! James Brown must be way more important than I've given him credit for if all the government buildings are flying flags at half-staff for him!"

I'm so out of tune with the world that the first flag I saw at half-staff (before I knew Ford had died), I thought to myself, "DAMN! James Brown must be way more important than I've given him credit for if all the government buildings are flying flags at half-staff for him!"

nah, you just have your priorities in order :)

Hey Kat, I left you and lori several green bean related messages, was it annoying?

I'm taking my nephew on his first train ride tomorrow. We're going to Boston to the Children's Museum, because they have exhibits just for toddlers on Fridays.

I'm worried about losing my bearings, because I haven't taken the T in so long and now there's this weird silver line thingy. I'm pretty sure we can just walk up Dot Ave and take a left onto Congress, and I printed out a handy street map that says this is so, but still. Nervewracking with a toddler in tow (in a stroller, bundled up like The Mummy) on a cold day.

Silver line's all buses, and shouldn't get in your way. You'll be fine. I hope you have fun.

Allyson's a kick ass auntie.

Random interruption -- for some interesting stories and some great zoo animal pictures, have a look at this livejournal: [link]

It sounds like a super fun outing, Allyson.

This read of Natter has been very informative. All the public transport/cart escalator talk has made me feel downright provincial. Or possibly like George H.W., having never been in a supermarket.

Oddly enough, our little town has an excellent bus system. That is to say, two buses. And eight new shelters! It's different, because we appear to be the only people riding it out of choice; there's a lot of poverty. But it's great, because every single person on it knows every single other person that gets on. Small town.

But the cart escalator thing? Is made of terrifying. I have enough escalator fear as it is! You're all just going to have to wait behind me while I drum up the interior strength to ascend. The thing has teeth, people. It glows green. What's under there? I bet you don't know.

Oh, and please remember, all of you, if you want to have any fun at all, do not invite me to spend New Year's Eve with you. I have a long and illustrious history of really hideously bad New Year's parties. It's like Mary Tyler Moore, only I don't have to be giving the party, I just have to turn up.

ND and I are playing Scrabble. He is so damned stubborn that I caught up in Natter while I waited for his to give in to the 5 point word he was trying to avoid.

Ha. You're totally about to beat him, aren't you?

The best part, Liese? He spent all that time and played a single "A." Then he drew an "A" for the next turn. It was kind of fun to see the color his face turned at that point.

And for those who don't follow Bitches, I feel compelled to x-post the following: it wasn't enough that ND has the Scrabble board on the little spinny thing, we also now have the laptop on a spinny thing so we can take turns posting as we wait for the other person to form a word.

Really, it's amazing that anyone sleeps with us. Even each other.