She'll be 5 at the end of November.

Ow.

Here's another "Ow". The pajamas you gave her? They are almost too small.

Aimee! That reminds me, do you have any photos of her in an MP shirt? Or can you take one? I lost the file, and need a source to work from.

I can take one.

Excellent.

Be Your Own Character: [link]

Good suggestion, but I'm not sure how interested my eight-year-old cousin will be.

It's never too soon to start to resist the hegemony.

Which reminds me: I hate making charts in Excel for statistics course.

It's never too soon to start to resist the hegemony.

Forget tags, somone needs to get that as a tattoo.

When my nephew was 8 his favorite band was Rancid.

Happy Birthday Pete!!!!!

Oh god, you guys, we went to a kink party in another city last night. It was thrown by a kink group, in a bar-like space they had rented. Small-ish, but big enough. Over in the corner was a bunch of music equipment, of the sort you'd see in a bar, covered with sheets. (Make a note of that.)

All was proceeding normally (for all values of "normal" that apply here), and then, about 3 hours into the party, with about 2 left to go, all of a sudden the music cuts and we hear this loud bellow of "PARTY'S OVER! EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!"

People are in the middle of various activities, because that's what happens at these things. So you have all these half-dressed/undressed people turning around quickly (if they could), all bug-eyed. It's this big, bald angry dude, and he yells again, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, I'M CALLING THE POLICE! YOU HAVE 15 MINUTES AND I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

By the time he finished his *first* bellow, I already had my corset off and sweater on. (I was NOT in the middle of nefarious deeds when the dude flipped his shit.)

Then he starts ranting about how all we had to do was NOT touch the music equipment, but someone messed with it, and GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE NOW OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!!!

People are scrambling, getting dressed, shoving stuff in bags, etc., and then one guy decided to mouth off back at Angry Bald Guy. So they have a shouting match that consisted mostly of the word "fuck." And I'm thinking, oh god, this is how riots get started, I need out of here NOW.

So we scrambled out, flung stuff in the car, and drove off like bats out of hell to the nearest Waffle House. It was like being in high school and going to a party someone had when their parents were out of town -- and then having the parents come home early.

The group that threw the party legitmately rented the space, but apparently someone moved the music equipment, which was a really stupid thing to do. I mean, even if Angry Bald Dude hadn't yelled, you still shouldn't move stuff that isn't yours; you work with the space the way it's set up, or you decide not to participate. Yeesh.

Freaky. (Also with the REALLY not wanting to be arrested in conjunction with a kink event. Jesus.)

If that's any consolation for the lost party, Steph, I really don't think you were the freak at this situation. People suck, don't they?

Also, waffles are goooood.

Also, hey again!