sara, I've gathered that GA is a madison intensive episode, and where there is madison, there is neonatal woes. So I dunno.

For the year I was 13, I stopped talking to my mom entirely.

I hate freecyclers. They are whineyhead babypants.

What are freecyclers?

You've guessed correctly. Kicks in about 28 minutes in. Other stuff involved after that, but yeah. Depending on how you can deal. Screw the needy freecyclers!

I stopped talking to dad at 14. Lasted a few weeks. He turned up the tv volume on me in the middle of a debate. He'll still try to out-talk me, but he hasn't shut me out since. Tries maybe sometimes, but we're both more stubborn now.

freecyclers is a mailing list that hooks up people with stuff to give away with people who want or need stuff.

Like I'm trying to give away two bags of maternity clothes. the woman who said she would pick it up at 7, emailed me an hour ago to say that she google mapped me and she thought I was in Burbank. But my new place (which is like 8 miles from Burbank, which is nothing in LA) is too far and would cost too much in gas. But she could make it on the weekend.

Excuse me? WTF?

Sigh.

Most of the horrible things I did as a kid to my parents were to try and set my father against my mother to distract them from me. I didn't try it more than two or three times, but I had a very good success rate. I have no idea if they worked out what I was doing, but even though it seemed like I'd gotten off clean it wasn't something I wanted to do often since the wrath that would come down upon me busted would far outweigh anything I was trying to avoid.

I'm home from goddamned kettlebell with a shoulder that feels like iron and a head that's pounding.

Thoroughly not excited by life right now.

Can anyone (I'm looking at ita, because she would know this kind of thing) confirm this statistic that was reported by Bob to me? Someone told him that high-earning adult unmarried women outnumber high-earning unmarried men by five to one. As in, there are five times more single rich women than wealthy bachelors.

You know, I was gonna say weird, but...it's not weird. I mean, I still hate Nick Remmick for mentioning a cat incident in one of his books (Lenin's Tomb, I think. Non-fiction.) But once something is a something real to you, somehow portrayals of a similar something take on new import and new buttons of various depths. Not surprising. And yet, it is still surprising. I was reading a National Geographic the other day, and now it haunts me. It wasn't cats. Well, it was, but it wasn't about the cat. It was about a wee baby baboon the young leopard mothered and... it keeps creeping into my head.

It's weird, but not.

ita, that's a childhood classic. Diversionary tactic.

sara, I'm still freaked by the world's tallest man putting his arm in a dolphin to save it.