I got the yoga one, missed the meatball one.

Me too. But I think I'm right, because you can have fancy meatballs but they'd never be airy.

I'm having post-partum depression, you guys! I don't know what to do with myself now that the wedding is done. Aside from procrastinating on the bar exam.

Happy birthday, aurelia! The show you came to San Francisco to pretty up is getting awesome reviews, and I do a wee fist-pump every time I see an ad for it in one of the papers.

ION, IA Rep. Steve King makes my brane hurt. There's so much wrong in that one quote tommyrot gave that it's impossible to even know where to begin; the wrong is just too big.

What the fuck is wrong with the Colts this season?

Football makes me sad. Matilda has decided that she really likes to watch it, due to all the Pop Warner games at the stadium across the street, and I've come to realize that it is the most blah blah Ginger blah blah game ever to my brain. Two lines face each other. A burly guy in a stripey shirt blows a whistle. The two lines sit on each other. The ball moves a few inches. Everyone stands up and dusts off their knees and the guy in the stripey shirt examines the ball for a while and moves it another few inches. Then he blows the whistle again and everyone sits on everyone else again.

Also, sometimes a skinny guy runs away from the pack and then everyone tries to sit on him, except for one guy who tries to throw him the ball. In Pop Warner, usually that guy misses, so everyone lines up where the ball fell down and they sit on each other again. Repeat, forever.

It makes me mournful that Matilda seems to enjoy all this and I can't share in her delight even a little tiny bit.

Food note: leftover chili with spicy white queso makes a pretty happenin' burrito.

Me too. But I think I'm right, because you can have fancy meatballs but they'd never be airy.

I don't think you can have fancy meatballs.

I suppose you could construct them of something fancy, but, say, a fois gras meatball is really just fois gras in a weird shape and some sauce.

It makes me mournful that Matilda seems to enjoy all this and I can't share in her delight even a little tiny bit.

Kind of how I feel about video/console/personal player games. But at least the kids have something they share exclusively with their Dad. With me, they have music since Lewis lives under a rock where current music is concerned.

It all balances out.

yeah, none of those New Yorker cartoons were funny. I got them all except the yoga one which still doesn't make any sense knowing the answer.

From the Poe's Law wikipedia entry, for some reason the following makes me laugh:

The law also works in reverse: real fundamentalism can also be indistinguishable from parody fundamentalism. For example, some conservatives consider noted homophobe Fred Phelps to be so over-the-top that they think he's a "deep cover liberal" trying to discredit more mainstream homophobes.

“When you take a lurch to the left you end up in a totalitarian dictatorship,” King said. “There is no freedom to the left. It’s always to our side of the aisle.”

Don't dismiss him entirely, look at Canada, do they really have elections? You never hear about any in the news here.

I've come to realize that it is the most blah blah Ginger blah blah game ever to my brain.

But there is a quarterback ducking under a tackle attempt and completing a perfect deep over the shoulder pass to a double covered receiver. The perfectly executed blocking that busts a simple screen for a sixty yard run. A corner blitz that takes down the quarterback 10 yards back putting the offense out of field goal range. Ah well, acquired taste.

I also like video games cause you get to kill monsters and blow things up. Not a lot of sophistication there.

Last night I took the kids to the school's fall festival and on the way back they started talking about crushes. Leif told his sister and me that "Girls are really attracted to me. I think it is because they are a lovey dovey breed."