Back from Emmett's game in Alameda. I was supposed to meet Suzi for coffee while his team was practicing before the game, but something must have gotten all muddled because I never found her, and my stupid phone won't let me save numbers anymore so I couldn't call her. I am feeling quite oafish.

However, Emmett's team slaughtered the opposition. 13-0 at the bottom of the fourth and we all went home.

Yay, Emmett!

I've never even seen the ship, so I have no idea what I'm up against. Disney is flying me out to Cape Canaveral in a little more than 10 days to do a site visit while the ship is in port for a day, so I'll know some more then.

Have you done time on a ship period? Because if not, I'd stock up on dramamine or some such. Even the big ships can be seriously nausea inducing to those who might not expect it.

Disney is flying me out to Cape Canaveral

That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.

That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.

Or, since it's ND, the most ambitious porn movie in history.

That sounds like the beginning of a sci-fi movie aimed at teenagers.

The kids go to space camp. Then they accidentally get shot into space! But wait - there's an alligator on the space shuttle! No, it's a genetically engineered Manigator!

Reading the Vaughnshire Farm thing (raising little girls and boys) was so weird. On the one hand, I agree with a lot of what she says. I would be gender specific, but I do think it's good to start kids on chores early, when it's fun and they want to do it. It's good to spend time working with them and encouraging them and not expecting everything to be perfect. It's good to encourage their ingenuity and creativity. I wouldn't be as gender specific about it, but I think that even that's not horrid when it works out that way because of the kids' interest, rather than being shoved into cultural boxes. And yet, it was just, I don't know, off somehow.

I guess what bothers me most is the lack of choice and the gender-specificness. There's something else, though, that I just can't put my finger on. Not being able to figure it out squicks me most of all.

And then I read the post on the Anglican priest (which, it turns out, is the only post under feminism as well). Oh. My. Brfthgrr. [link]

Be careful with the greeting-card spam. Washington Post said the other day there are viruses in it sometimes. My friend's mom made a cake for her period. Sorta wanted it, sorta glad we're not those people. But, like ita, I was late so it was more like "Whew!" than "Today I am a woman,"

At work, we have Postini for supposedly catching spam and viruses. Usually, I have lots of spam and maybe one or two virus emails. Lately, I've been getting 30-50 virus emails, and they're all some variation of the greeting-card spam. Spammers suck.

I love the Reese's PB & Banana cups but didn't realize that they were collectable - I did realize the Elvis collection. I find mine at the local Walgreen's. I prefer the regular sized ones to the miniatures.

I wasn't at all happy with the minis. It seems like they wrapped them while the chocolate was still warm and the foil got all mushed in there and they're very hard to unwrap without getting little bits of chocolate everywhere. hmmph. I bet the regular sized ones don't have this problem.