weapons of massdistraction

It’s been years since I’ve had a roommate of the platonic variety (and most of a year since I’ve had a non-platonic one). April’s presence in the house has been a comforting one, and has reminded me of the positive aspects of having a roomie. Sadly she flies out of the Twin Cities tomorrow, then back to Beijing in a few days. But maybe it is time to get serious about looking for that special someone…to rent out our spare room. It’s not just the extra cash I could use. The extra company could be nice. In small doses. I’d just continue my practice of holing up in my room when I need alone time. You know, alone time with my powerbook.

The little man is still pre-reading more than actually reading. Even though I do use a text-only email client - pine - I get all nervous when he’s sitting next to me while I’m checking my email, when the porn spam pops up. But who knows, maybe he’d think a penis launcher sounds like a fun new toy. The boy has been writing a bit. I found the best thing ever in his backpack. He’d written this:

I am in a forrest[sic].
I will have a goob[sic] day.

That seals it. We need to head up to Duluth soon, for some walking in the woods, away from everything. I could use a goob day.

Bonus: Oh man. M.I.A. is opening for Bjork in Detroit next month. Miraculously there are still tickets available. I really want to do it, but I just can’t. Being a grown-up is dumb sometimes.
Plus: Something I can feasibly attend…next week’s kid-friendly, and free, Cafe Accordion Orchestra performance at the MN History Center.
And: So a giant Lego man washed up on a Dutch beach. The article doesn’t mention, but contains a photo, showing his chest was emblazoned with the following - “No Real Than You Are” - buh?