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March 2009
I'm either sick or dying (the latter being less inconvenient this week). Hooray for pseudoephedrine HCl. (Phenylephrine is for suckers.)
aquariumdrinker: I’m either sick or dying (the latter being less inconvenient this week). Hooray for pseudoephedrine HCl. (Phenylephrine is for suckers.)
Internetorama: Instant Butterflies
When we got home today, there was a caterpillar on the front door frame. We looked at it for a minute and each took a turn touching him gently (“no smoosh him!”). Then we went inside and I was describing the caterpillar-to-butterfly phenomenon in pretty much the same terms in which my parents had explained it to me (probably the same terms that have been used for generations by pretty much everybody). Then I was like “Oh, yeah—YouTube”.
Instead of me just telling you some story, we watched and discussed. (Sg, I was asking you what you thought would happen inside the “shell” at about the time the caterpillar’s discarded skin fell away, and you said “Oh! His head pop off!”) The fact that the first video I clicked on had a Deerhoof soundtrack was lagniappe.
The leporine Pinocchio
The story of the Velveteen Rabbit: do you know it? Without looking it up, here is my 20 year old recollection.
Some rich Victorian boy has a bunch of fancy toys but the one he loves most is his boring, old, stuffed velveteen rabbit. But then he gets sick with the scarlet fever and all his toys are taken away because of germs. When he gets better and wants his pouncey rabbit back the doctor says no because the only way not to get the fever again is by burning all your old stuff. However, before the toy can go into the fire pit, somehow magic makes it come alive. It runs off into the woods and marries Hobbes in an arboreal, make-believe civil union. The boy still loves the rabbit but his parents won’t let him see it because of its lifestyle choice. As the boy grows up, he gradually forgets about the rabbit until one day he’s walking in the woods with his son and the Giving Tree falls on them both and kills them. Teh end.
The above may be several childhood stories running together. None the less, it’s like our house this weekend. Except replace rabbit with every toy, replace fire pit with washing maching/bleach and replace scarlet fever with 30 fluid gallons of eye and nose mucus.
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The leporine Pinocchio
The person who found AT's stolen credit cards Googled his way to my website, then called me with the Google Voice click-to-call widget.
aquariumdrinker: The person who found AT’s stolen credit cards Googled his way to my website, then called me with the Google Voice click-to-call widget.
SPACE TYPE PICTURE
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SPACE TYPE PICTURE
SPACE TYPE PICTURE
I was going to type something awesome, but I forgot what. So I gave my head a break from work long enough to make you this picture. In case any Sci-Fi publishers from the 70s time travel to ask you whether you know any good book covers.
It’s actually San Diego, Pluto and Mars. Original image here.
AT has joined Facebook, and I'm posting profile picture candidates and enjoying finally being Facebook-married.
aquariumdrinker: AT has joined Facebook, and I’m posting profile picture candidates and enjoying finally being Facebook-married.
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AT has joined Facebook, and I'm posting profile picture candidates and enjoying finally being Facebook-married.
This was clean this morning
See original: This was clean this morning