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Crappy weather + severe allergies + general sickness = general suckiness. There were some highlights over the weekend, though.
Friday: BBQ tofu. Blowing bubbles off the deck. Swinging on the swingset. Reading.
Saturday: French toast w/smart bacon for breakfast. Retrieved the boyfriend. The three of us went to see Billy Bragg in the afternoon (with much squirming and screaming from the not-so-patient little man). Scrabble. Stocking up at the co-op. BBQ tofu. Juggling in the living room. More reading.
Sunday: Pancakes w/more smart bacon. Stayed in pajamas all day, watching the snow fall. More reading. Much dancing, singing, laughing and cuddling with the little man. Registered and posted at the new Mamatron message boards (replacement for the sadly defunct hipmama boards). Made soup. Spent too much time on ebay. Played Scrabble solo (sort of sad, I know).

Excerpt from the fascinating novel by Stefan Fatsis:
“Brian’s first rating was an expert-level 1812. Within months, he was beating top experts, playing words like KOUMISS, PINNULAE, POLONIUM, and INTROMIT. When one opponent opened with ENTASIS, Brian calmly laid down REALISE atop it, forming seven two-letter words. As a party trick, he would tell people where on a page of the OSPD a particular word could be found…”

Can’t decide if this encourages me to play Scrabble even more, or give up on it entirely.

Last night Wilco made it into my dreams. Sort of. Radio K has added their catchy new song to regular rotation. I don’t think I heard it yesterday, but it was playing in my head before bed. So I wasn’t surprised when my dream was part music-video/part dramedy. Set in the summertime. About a girl who serial dated drummers. With shiny pants. From bad metal cover bands. But dang, just realized I wasn’t in it. Weird.

My new superhero boots arrived today. Now if I could just figure out what the hell to wear with them. I’m sure this vexing little dilemma must be the crucial missing link…once it is resolved my superhero powers will kick into high gear. Then I will be able to take care of serious problems around the world, and at home. Perhaps that will mean an end to these sleepless nights.

Was in a pretty poor mood earlier. Brightened (somewhat) when a friend randomly sent this quote, spoken by the outspoken Vincent Gallo:
“I don’t trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies.”

He was on a Vincent Gallo kick tonight. He also sent this entertaining interview from Transportation Alternatives. On advantages to bicycling:
“The good thing about bicycling is that, since I’m a public figure, I don’t have to interact with people. If I walk from here to West Broadway, 50 people will stop me. On my bike, I can just wave. More public figures should ride bikes. It’s a good way to deal with people. ”

I need to get a bike. Seriously.

Currently wide awake at 4am, enjoying the first severe thunderstorm of the year. The experience is marred, however, by the intermittent wailing of tornado sirens. Which reminds me, I thought we were supposed to have a tornado drill at work yesterday afternoon. Must have been out to lunch still. Oops.

Initially I was stoked because I came up as the Neil Gaiman Journal, which I read daily. But my bubble was burst after seeing the disclaimer:
“I’m not going to provide some silly html so you can put this information on your webpage because, honestly, no one cares. Besides, you should be embarassed for wasting your time and bandwidth on such frivolous activities. Don’t you have work to do?”
Err, umm. Yeah. (I blame Avram.)
He did follow it up with:
“In retrospect, I’m sorry for being mean. Please tell all your friends about this toy, and come back to kcalder.com in the future.”
But it’s too little, too late. The moment’s already been ruined. Sigh.

My backside has made it to waferbaby. It’s ok to look. Really. I don’t mind. I’ve taken unusual self-portraits before, but I must say, this one proved to be the trickiest.

Dang, sometimes The Onion hits a little too close to home. My favorite lines from this satirical piece:
1) “Also believed to be among the missing are seven freelance rock critics, five vinyl junkies, two ‘zine publishers, an art-school dropout, and a college-radio DJ.”
2) “I just pray they can somehow get this club rebuilt in time for next month’s Dismemberment Plan/Death Cab For Cutie show. That’s a fantastic double bill.”
3) “It’s just tragic,” Gaer continued. “I heard they were going to play Daniel Johnston’s ‘Speeding Motorcycle.’ They almost never do that one live.”

Heh. Dead-on, I’ll admit. But one of my co-workers had to point out that the “victims” were all wearing glasses like mine. Sigh.