June 28th, 2004

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Poem for Monday

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Gacked from fileg and eiluned: 98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this into your journal. I'm not putting this in here as any sort of judgment on people who have or do regularly; I'm completely in favor of legalized marijuana, which was made illegal more because of tobacco and alcohol producers lobbying than because of actual health concerns. I've never smoked a cigarette either, and I've only been drunk once in my life -- a single evening bent over the toilet was enough.


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I have no vehicle today, as the van is getting its oil changed, so am trying to get done things around the house that did not get done while we were out and about this weekend. It's gorgeous out, too. But the kids are in camp this week! Whee!
little review

Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines in Pieces on the Ground

Have had one of those days where I got lots of little things done, but added together it really doesn't seem like I did anything at all. I was stuck at home till late afternoon because the old van was in having its oil and brake pads changed; I wrote a couple of articles, answered some mail, caught up on several weeks of theatrical_muse topics which promptly generated more e-mail, and took a walk in the woods (it being too gorgeous outside not to) only to discover that, while the cicadas are gone -- no more red buggy eyes, no more stragglers stuck on their backs, no more phaser fire -- their shell casings and some scattered wings remain scattered among the leaves they've knocked off the trees prematurely. The shells are mostly intact, with little curly leg containers and everything. It's bizarre to see the larval remains when the adults are gone for seventeen years.

In the evening apaulled picked the kids up from camp on his way home from work and then we all went to retrieve the van. Then, since we were out already and it was getting late, we went to IHOP for dinner, so I am pleasantly full on harvest grain pancakes, fried eggs, turkey sausage and chocolate milk. I was very tempted to get eggs benedict without the ham, but I wanted the pancakes. The kids were utterly fried after a day of nothing but sports (they didn't want chess, arts and crafts, etc.) and the older one is rather sunburned; apparently he never put the sunblock on.

My other excitement for the day was watching Dark Harbor, which was quite entertaining and nicely filmed, but rather depressing and disturbing. I'd been spoiled for the ending, because among the people I hang out with the last scene is the most interesting part of the movie, but even being able to guess where things were going, I was somewhat creeped out. Collapse )


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