…out of the mouth of a 4 year old. Such as this morning, when I’ve heard Katie start about 30 sentences with the line “According to my research…”
How much research can a 4 year old actually do? Does she have a lab somewhere tha I don’t know about, with assistants and all kinds of specialized equipment? Where did the funding for all this come from?
Should I be worried??
OK, I’m a burger fan, but this here…this is incredible. This is a meal that weighs what my CHILD weighed when she was born.
Sometimes, you just wish things were a joke, or they’re so awful, you can’t believe they’re not. This is definately one of those times.
You’d think, though, that it shouldn’t be RED, wouldn’t you?
Is it made of tomatos or tomatoes?
This is from the NY Times, and is the acccount of a journalist with a sleep disorder. I’m going to do that exact thing in 2 weeks–head to a sleep center to check into whether I have one or not.
Next week, part II!
This from the wonderful Neil Gaiman’s blog, and mind:
This one puzzled me when it came in. Short, to the point, but a little opaque.
Can i have a short summary of each chapter please?, I need it because it is for my journal I will thank you so much.
?
But?when?that?was immediately followed by the equally desperate,?I really need it if you do not mind, thank you, I will give the credit that you need.
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How could I say no? So: A short summary of each chapter. Er. Right.In Chapter One we meet Johnny Theremin.
In Chapter Two we learn all about the Men Without Tents and why they claim to need?an original 78 rpm recording of Raymond Scott’s “Dinner Music For A Pack Of Hungry Cannibals” so badly.
In Chapter Three Johnny Theremin is locked out of his office by the landlord, and Morris Glanz buys (but does not eat) a bar of chocolate.
In Chapter Four Millicent loses her glove, and the dinosaurs attack. Tap-dancing occurs. Johnny Theremin is beaten over the head with a blunt instrument. (Later revealed to be?a bassoon.)
In Chapter Five Johnny learns to snorkel, and The Faceless Chickens make their first move.
In Chapter Six Johnny meets Belladonna (who advertises herself professionally as “Slippery When Wet”) and loses her again, in tragical circumstances.
In Chapter Seven we discover a cache of Raymond Scott Quintette records, and finally understand why the aliens are so scared of trellises. ?
In Chapter Eight the secret of Millicent’s glove is finally revealed, as are Miss Belladonna’s unusual physical characteristics. Once more?Johnny Theremin is beaten over the head with a blunt instrument. This time it’s a harpsichord.
In Chapter Nine The Men Without Tents return,?bearing omelettes. Terrible things are?proposed.?Omelettes are?regurgitated.
In Chapter Ten, Johnny pays the rent, and is finally?allowed back into his office,?where Millicent discovers her true self, behind the sofa. The aliens?ascend with the Other Glove, but not before persuading?the Faceless Chickens to leave humanity alone.?Probably. For this week.
And at the last, in the Epilogue, Belladonna eats the late Morris Glanz’s?bar of chocolate.You’re welcome.
That’s just bloody brilliant.
Family’s home. Kim and the kids arrived home last night in a short window of “good” (i.e., not Noah-flood-story rainy) weather. They had taxied out to the runway where they proceeded to sit for 90 minutes, she and 2 little girls. However, they are GOOD little girls and were quiet and watched a video and read their books and met me at the airport jumping into my arms.
And it’s good to have them home. I do like the solitude of these stretches, but I miss my partner lying next to me at night, and I miss my children running around with my name on their lips to see how well they did a puzzle in a video game or to look at the piece of totally random “artwork” they made just for me, etc.
We’ll see how long this lasts…;)
So it’s been 2 weeks that my family is away in the great state of Iowa and although I miss them, it’s been a nice, quiet break. No getting up early, I’ve been going to bed earlier, too, which has been nice. Dinner is whenever. There’s something really nice about being responsible only for myself. But I miss my little ones terribly and I miss my wife just as much. They’re my lives, and it always takes this forced emptiness to show that.
But, I DO like sleep too. 😉
Went to see Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban again tonight, but went to the Loew’s IMAX on 61st and Broadway in the city. This screen is…BIG. BIG isn’t a big enough word. 8 stories high, 12,000 watt speaker system. BIGBIG. That’s a bit better. It was very very cool. I loved the movie, but it was SO clear you could catch all the little details (like the guy reading “A Brief History of Time” in the Leaky Cauldron!), and the sound was absolutely pristine so I heard everything. We’re gonna try to catch spiderman 2 when it comes there in a month or so.
The commute back, however, was very annoying. There’s SUPPOSED to be a 24 hour local bus that runs near my house, from Newark. I found out the hard way that there isn’t. Well, $35 for a cab is better than sleeping in the Newark bus terminal…
Out late last night to diner with friends. We went to Carmine’s, in the city. Good food, spotty service. I had a great time, but after the 11 PM bus home, finally in bed at 1, up at 7…TIRED. And tonight, it’s the Harry Potter at IMAX, again on the 11 PM bus…i’ll be wiped by tomorrow, but it’s fun to get out.
Zzzzzzzz
(BTW, for those reading this on the same amount of sleep as he who is writing this, the title was a reference to “burning the candle at both ends. Geez…)