It's not so much the lost parent thing as the "killing off 399 babies before the opening credits" in Finding Nemo. That's a pretty high body count for a G-rated cartoon.

In response to Ichiro's beer quote from yesterday, the USS Mariner readership is on a quest to find beer from Papua New Guinea: [link]

No luck so far. DH is about to try HT Market, the newish Asian grocery that's two blocks or so from our house, but I'll be stunned if it's there after all the places it hasn't been.

Oooh. That's true, Jessica. I'd entirely forgotten that part. I was going straight to the losing Nemo bit. Doh.

How would yall approach anything with a coworker assuming you would.

With much caution, honestly. How closely do you have to work together? Because while this is America, and much love and lust does blossom at work, lawsuits and awkwardness do too. So I'd take very very tiny steps. Cause I'd hate to have to see her evvvvvery day and feel increeeeeeeeedbily awkward every day after asking her out and being all "seize the day" and having her turn me down. Um. So, baby steps.

killing off 399 babies before the opening credits

see. Iris made us fast forward through all the 'bad fish' parts. So I'm pleased to say

I'd entirely forgotten that part. I was going straight to the losing Nemo bit. Doh.

Meara is me.

You think there are a lot of orphans in US lit? Try Japanese manga. I can only think of handful where the main characters hasn't lost at least one parent, who isn't living with relatives or who isn't living alone despite being an early teen because their parents are off 'working' or 'traveling.'

We just got back from a FABULOUS trip to the Brooklyn Flea and Dylan is supposed to be napping but instead is sitting in his crib babbling to himself. (I can hear him from the next room.) I'm going to choose to ignore it and pretend he's asleep while I catch up on the interwebs. (Hey, if he starts crying, I'll go comfort him. Chatting to the ceiling fan? I'll count that as a nap as long as I get some me-time out of it.)

Chatting at the ceiling fan is a perfectly acceptable way of keeping Dylan occupied. I used the wind-up swing and fish tank method, myself. And, no, it was the baby in the swing, not the fish tank.

IOmeN, had a nice brunch with my father. Stopped at the plant nursery and picked up too many flowers for all my pots. Got two pots planted and realized I will have to go back for another pot. And maybe just a couple of other plants. I think I overdid the yellow/purple theme for the garden and I could use a little something to mix it up a little.

Sail, that sounds like a nice day.

We're at mom's for dinner. She made way.too.much food. Food coma now.

Apparently the band TCG is in is on You Tube now. link In the first video TCG is the one in black. There is no sound on my computer so I don't know what the sound is like.

OMG sj - I had NO idea that TCG's band was so out there. I mean, that's the kind of music I adore (granted, along with a lot of other more accessible stuff). Seriously, WHOA! I hope it won't scare him that the next time I meet him in person I'm going to want to talk some serious music.

Frank, you won't scare him. You shoul come out here for a gig sometime.