Smatterings

[slipjig3]

As it's been roughly a week since my last proper, content-laden post, I'm going to attempt to get caught up. Unfortunately, as this was an afternoon-evening shift day, my brain is about the consistency of Spackle, but not nearly as coherent. So, alla breve:

* I hate drama with the fire of a thousand burning things.

* Been hangin' with the kids this week. As said children are aged eleven and eight, this has meant a series of needle spikes on my life's drama-meter (accent on the second syllable, please).

* Also an end result of said kid time: a not-so-gentle reminder of how much Hanna-Barbara genuinely sixty-nined small furry woodland creatures, in all relevant decades. Yeesh.

* On the other hand, Abbey this morning insisted on cuing up the video for "It's the End of the World As We KNow It" (the real version), and later we all huddled around the TV engrossed in Iron Chef America. I swell with unmasked pride.

* And oh yes, a birthday party last weekend for the Crateful o' Awesome that is botia: Indian food with her, rafaela, icarusfallen8 and blimix, followed by games with Adam-whose-LJ-handle-I-can't-remember. Totally worth crawling home at 3 a.m. for.

* And, um, yeah. That stuff.

Comments

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

I was about to call you guys and ask "Dude, what's up?" (I can call rafaela "Dude" too, right?) Thanks for staying alive.