Hubby's watching a lot of TV on Netflix. Unfortunately, he's doing it on my computer, because it has a better monitor and graphics card than his machine. And I hate his machine because it's a laptop and I don't like typing on my lap. And it's Vista. He needs a better computer.

J cancelled for me babysitting tonight because her regular sitter is available suddenly, but she still wants me to come meet the kids this afternoon so that I can babysit in the future. I totally get her being more comfortable with leaving her kids with someone who they are more familiar with tonight, but the sudden disappearance of extra money kind of sucks.

I'm reasonably okay with not existing anymore. I mean, I figure, I won't be around to mind, so what's the point of minding now?

I love cable TV. Call me old-fashioned, or whatever, but I'm not ready to acquire all the cable shows I watch some other way than TiVo reaching out and grabbing them. I mean, I can get illegally and legally downloaded stuff onto my TiVo or my Apple TV, but that requires effort on my part, at least nominally, which most of my TV watching doesn't. So I only do it for the British stuff I don't have a good timetable for.

I do not understand the concept of virgin mojitos. Isn't it just a bunch of mint and lime wedges in the bottom of a glass?

Ginger is delish, and if you come up with any great things to do with my ginger vodka, let me know. It's a bit delicate, so mixing it with stuff is hard.

I've been doing stuff with fresh mint and gin.

That said, there's ginger mojitos at the restaurant attached to the ballroom where I dance, and they're YUM. With or without rum.

There you go! Same concept as the mojito.

Because if time is as Einstein describes it, then it's really a matter of my limited perception. My past still exists. My future still exists. My little space on the timeline doesn't go anywhere. I just think time is moving forward in a linear fashion.

When I start thinking like that, I think about how maybe everything in the universe has already happened; we just don't perceive it that way. Then I start thinking about predestination and the lack of free will. Then I think it's better to act as if free will exists anyway. The alternative seems to entail just sitting around a lot.

I do not understand the concept of virgin mojitos. Isn't it just a bunch of mint and lime wedges in the bottom of a glass?

Plus tonic water and ice!

I think. I've made a few for Emmett.

I love cable TV. Call me old-fashioned, or whatever, but I'm not ready to acquire all the cable shows I watch some other way than TiVo reaching out and grabbing them. I mean, I can get illegally and legally downloaded stuff onto my TiVo or my Apple TV, but that requires effort on my part, at least nominally, which most of my TV watching doesn't.

This is me.

I'm reasonably okay with not existing anymore. I mean, I figure, I won't be around to mind, so what's the point of minding now?

Yeah, that's a good point. I mean, I didn't exist at all for 99.999999whatever% of the universe's history, and I don't mind that much....

Then I think it's better to act as if free will exists anyway. The alternative seems to entail just sitting around a lot.

Yeah, predestination always seemed iffy, because when folks say "Well, I'm going to heaven anyway, so why shouldn't I misbehave?", clerics say, "Because God could change his mind if you're too evil." Or, "I'm already going to hell, so, etc.", and clerics say, "Ah, but you don't know you're going to hell, and if you're too bad, etc." It makes little sense.