September 13th, 2006

little review

Poem for Wednesday

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The good news for Tuesday: Paul the hot Irish plumber was here. The better news: both showers now work and the kitchen sink no longer leaks. The bad news: I could probably have hired Paul the hot Irish plumber for sex for less than all this cost. Ah well, at least the working shower will still be here in the morning! Younger son started Hebrew school and seemed content enough if bored. He also got upset talking about regular school, claiming at first that he was bored there. Turns out he got in trouble at recess yesterday (along with most of the boys in his class) for throwing some plastic blocks around, and he had a form I needed to sign acknowledging his misdeed. I think he was afraid I was going to say no video games this weekend. Little does he know that he's not going to have much time for video games, since we have a Bar Mitzvah Saturday evening!

Wrote two Trek articles (Spiner declaring his Data days over, Mulgrew cutting off a feminist retrospective on Star Trek by a female NPR reporter getting Henry Jenkins to talk about how women saved Star Trek with her announcement that the young male demographic was what really mattered). Oh, and utimately, we managed to vote. There was a twenty-minute line, something we have never experienced before, and we weren't even there till after 6 p.m. and I imagine it got worse as 8 p.m. approached, since most people didn't seem to know the voting deadline had been extended till 9. The front-runner in the Senate race appeared to be leading by far more than anticipated when I stopped watching election returns a little while ago, which suggests to me that there may have been disenfranchisement along racial lines. What a travesty.

In the evening we watched Crocodile Hunter because the kids were in the mood and then ended up sad. But then we had our own Animal Planet experience in the basement, where the cats have clearly been slacking on the job for which we hired them:

This camel cricket leaped out at me while I was carrying laundry upstairs. I screamed like a girl, which of course attracted the entire household BUT the cats who couldn't have cared. Younger son shrieked that the cricket was not to be harmed, so older son went up to get a container to catch it in while husband went to get the camera. We managed to get the photo but not the cricket, which leaped about seven feet into the air and vanished into a dark corner of the basement from which it could not be coaxed. If it is smart, it will stay there. If it is not smart, it may be regurgitated in pieces on the rug by Cinnamon at a date to be determined later.

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Fandom sucked Tuesday in a corner from which I've been away so long I'd forgotten just how bad it could be. Wednesday I have an early dentist appointment and younger son has a violin lesson after school, so we will see how much I manage to get done in the interim.