Last night I finally watched the Battlestar Galactica series finale, but found myself strangely unmoved by it (and not just because of a drunken Bill Adama barfing on himself, eww). I thought there would be tears. From my face. Maybe the dry eyes were because we’d gone to The Children’s Theatre earlier in the day to see a cheery little play about child labor. It was based on the true story of Iqbal Masih, who was sold into slavery at the age of four, escaped to become an activist by age ten, and was murdered at the age of 12. That did make me cry.
Something else I finally got around to doing? Making arrangements for my son’s Spring break. We’ve never been to Wisconsin Dells but I managed to find a hotel in the area that serves vegan fare such as pancakes and tofu scramble for breakfast. And guests at this hotel receive a 10% discount on meals at the strangely vegan-friendly Cheese Factory, a restaurant I’ve been hearing rave reviews about for years.
Realizing it’s been a while now since I’ve gotten out of town. Have I been anywhere since September? I don’t think so. Speaking of…came across this article “Changing travel, one tweet at a time: Microblogging travelers break news well ahead of mainstream media” but I don’t want to make news while I’m away. I just want a change of scenery.
Bonus: The boy and I had far too much fun with these Qwerty drums. Perhaps I should incorporate them into my Angry Butterfly act.
Plus: Illustrator Scott C’s Home Slice makes me happy. Particularly the puppets that were inspired by his drawings.
And: Is a Food Revolution Now in Season?