weapons of massdistraction

I’m feeling the guilt today. We skipped out on our precinct’s caucuses last night (and missed out on a rocking good time, from the sound of it…Chuck and Lorika are going to be delegates and everything). The husband offered to make pancakes for dinner and I was powerless to resist. Especially as we had fresh blueberries to throw in the batter, blueberry syrup and 100% maple syrup to drizzle over the hotcakes, and some smart bacon and mock sausage patties to have on the side. After having breakfast for dinner I was in my jammies by 7, and cuddling with the little man while re-watching The Princess Bride for the umpteenth time. In other news, this afternoon I’ll be taking my last bus ride for a while…as the Metro Transit workers go on strike tomorrow. But we can follow any developments in one worker’s handy strike blog.

This, the first day of March, has been a bit off for us. It’s been a day of excess…but not in any sort of scandalous or scintillating way. More in a really dull yet highly irritating manner.
I drank too much coffee…into which I had poured too much vanilla torani.
I overwatered my plant.
I overfed the cats…and likely overfed the little man as well.
I overconditioned my hair.
I overcooked my broccoli. After tossing the sadly limp florets into the stirfry I managed to overdo it with the teriyaki sauce.
The little man said goodbye to me about a dozen times in the hour or so before it was time for me to leave for work.
Before actually leaving for work I spent way too much time straightening my hair with a flat iron…only to have all my hard work undone, almost instantaneously, as I stepped outside into some seriously Seattle-like weather. The hazy mist descended upon me, attacking my mad mod coif as I walked to the bus stop. Suddenly I was looking like some lady who’d slept with rollers in her hair, and I wasn’t liking it one bit.
The husband worked both jobs today. With each shift and the commute(s) he was away from home for over twelve hours. I just realized he will never have a day off, as he’ll be working one job, or both, every single day of the week. Youch.

This evening I present to you an argument of sorts against the piracy of films. Not on the basis of economics or intellectual property rights, but more from a quality standpoint. Now this scenario is entirely hypothetical, right? Just imagine, theoretically, that one’s husband had downloaded a movie that one had wanted very much to see. And that one happily watched a fairly high quality copy of this film, say about 75% through…only to have this hypothetical copy crash. In the midst of a pivotal scene towards the end of the film…when one was, hypothetically, very much emotionally invested in said film. And even though one had, theoretically, read the book beforehand, thus knowing the story’s ending, one really would have liked to see how the filmmakers handled said ending. So this could, theoretically, make for a highly frustrating Saturday night, no? Sigh.

Today is the husband’s birthday, the little punk. Happy Birthday, my dulcet darling. So it’s nearly the weekend, and we’ve got an especially busy one ahead of us. Much celebrating will be done tonight, of course. Then there’s Leap Day. I’ll be participating in another Shift photography project…A Day in the Life, the Leap Day. I’ll snap off one photo every hour that I’m awake on this extra day. Will also be taking the little man to see “Beyond Boreas! A Puppet Show of Frozen Follies and Mythical Meltdowns” at the Minnesota History Center. And lastly, ugh, cleaning. Much cleaning needs to be done, just because. The chaos has gotten even more out of control with the new schedule. And the new schedule is going to get even more out of control come Monday, when the husband starts working a second job (between our three part-time jobs we may just scrape by). But I have to stop neglecting this old house. An added incentive to get cracking is a proposed home visit from the little man’s new teacher next week. There’s much on our plates but hopefully not more than we can handle.

I’m not worthy…but Leslie Hall, the luminary behind Gem Sweaters Be Thy Name and mistress of disguise, has deigned to become my friend. Well, friendster friend, at least. I don’t remember how I first found her, but after my initial “what the huh?” reaction I dug deeper, and was well rewarded. In her Hefty Hideaway project a self-portrait of the artist, portraying a fictional character called June Huxley, struck me as being very Joan Cusack-like, circa Sixteen Candles. And the portraits of Boone and June (all taken at Wal-Mart) are brilliant. I’m sure Leslie is quite a kick in the head in person, but I may never know. Speaking of online VIPs, SXSW is coming up. Once again I will be unable to attend. But Chuck and Lori are stoked to go, especially after having learned the ropes last year. I’ll have to live vicariously through their reports, and rest assured that they will represent the Upper Midwest Blog Managers Association to the best of their abilities.