Boy howdy, did the kid and I have a rough night on Wednesday. One of the worst we’ve had. My generally sweet boy went all Jekyll & Hyde on me. I blame the full moon. Another mom said it could be hormones. My son’s hormones. I am most decidedly not ready for that. Whatever it was, every little thing infuriated him that evening and he pissed and moaned incessantly and I wanted to run away screaming. But I kept my cool and calmly waited him out. And nearly threw myself a party when he retired for the evening. Thankfully last night was much better. Mr. Hyde hasn’t resurfaced. Yet. But I fear we have more of this to look forward to as we, eeeep, approach adolescence. Wonder years my ass.
Five good things:
- A Klingon Christmas Carol, at the Mixed Blood Theater.
- “The Snow Machine Pummeled Through the White-Dusted Plain like a Jubilant Beaver” - the results of Slate’s “write like Sarah Palin” contest.
- WANT! Make a paper-punch that punches four holes exactly the size and position of the little plugs on a lego brick that hold them together. Now you can add colorful curved planes to your lego structures. Only in Japan. Or on ebay.
- Seven stellar minutes of Japanese existential parody: Rolling Bomber Special
- I have a new appreciation for grindcore after watching this kid. “In nearly 40 seconds, this car seat-clad kid has turned the art of guttural vox into an implicitly adorable rendition of nonsensical yar-ing. (Like we said, no brainer!) We hope Napalm Death are proud. Or at least are sure to cover their cheeks from that impending pinch next time they tour.”
And a few bonus items of the just plain weird variety:
- Muscle March for Wii Ware makes me say WTF?
- And SurvivaBall climate suits, from those wacky Yes Men.
- Happy in Paraguay with the crew of the Enterprise (TNG style). and Common / People - a William Shatner, Kirk & Spock slashup.
The weekend is upon us and it will be a mix of lounging at home, a return to junior bowling league and hanging out with friends and family. And swimming. Always with the swimming. And the permanently reeking of chlorine. When not running around I plan to curl up with another in the “ethical vampire novel” series. Last night I devoured The Society of S. Tonight I’ll move on to its sequel, The Year of Disappearances. Pacing myself is how I plan to survive this holiday season and we’re already ahead in thia game. The xmas/festivus tree is up, the few gifts we’ll be giving are already under the tree, and the kid is running around with a Santa hat on his head. My work here is done.
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