I am Kim's complete lack of surprise

Writer's Block: Left Behind

Mon, 02 Feb 2009 03:42:15 GMT

What do you want done with your body after you die?

I would like a Tibetan sky burial. (Sky burial on wikipedia)

Welcome Finnegan!

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 14:14:54 GMT

Finn's first day was a hard day. Robin opted for a home birth and all went well until the end, when Finn wasn't breathing and needed resuscitation. He's staying in the hospital for the time being for observation but should be home soon.

One photo here, and more to come.

It's baby time!

Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:34:12 GMT

In the tradition of 11th hour LJ posts, this is a courtesy to let the world know that Finn has decided that now would be a fine time to come out.

More baby news soon!

and i stand corrected; the child is full of snark

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 12:31:24 GMT

abigail_m was playing with her menagerie of dolls, and the newest addition, a glow-worm (that fortunately doesn't make noise anymore, owing to some wire "surgery" with a pair of scissors). I was watching, drinking coffee. When Abby walked away I picked up the glow-worm and pantomimed it drinking coffee, and then squeezed it to make it glow.

me: "look Abby, the caffeine makes it glow!"
Abby (scowling): "no! electricity makes it glow!"

the woes of those who hunt and peck

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 20:11:13 GMT

poeticdream:
"you know, I'm grossly undercaffinated
so grossly in fact that it took may hits to find the g
and then, while I was finding the g
I found the s
and thought "oh, I should save that, I'll need it soon"
zzzzz

du jour ≠ l'amour

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 16:43:27 GMT

poeticdream sidles up behind me, kisses me on the neck and in a sultry manner declares: "you are my chef du jour..."
me, confused: "uh, I'm your chef of the day??"
robin: "ohhhh, that's what that means?"

my god, she's full of snark!

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 22:23:38 GMT

poeticdream: "i had fun with you today, Abby."
abigail_m: "I had fun with myself today too."

abby: "get in the bath!"
me: "I'm not hearing a word... do you know which one?"
abby: "go ahead, surprise me."

("Asking is just p-p-polite demanding." —Max Headroom)

the polite geek child

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 20:28:31 GMT

abigail_m has drawn an orangish blob picture in TuxPaint.
abby: "print!" *clicks print*
*printer makes noises*
...
*printer makes more noises*
me: "is it printing another one?"
abby: "no. it's cleaning its print heads."
abby: "wait, it is printing another one! oh, thank you, printer!"

channeled information?

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 17:33:57 GMT

Abby has come to the conclusion that penises go in vulvas. From whence she got this notion, I do not know.

abigail_m: "penises go in vulvas."
...
me: "I didn't teach her that!"
poeticdream: "I didn't either!"
me, Robin: ???

Third Person Jocular

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:37:27 GMT

Abby: "I want that toy."
me: "I know."
Abby: "I want that toy!"
me: "I know."
Abby: "'I want that toy!' she said excitedly."
*me & poeticdream guffaw and giggle*

oh, Abby, you know how to make us laugh.

buttermilk ≠ butter + milk

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:24:51 GMT

I learned something today. It is not acceptable to substitute buttermilk for butter and milk. Seriously. Don't.

cooler than thou

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:39:33 GMT

poeticdream is no longer using livejournal. She started using it before I did, back in 2001. She has almost 3000 posts (I have slightly less than half that number, despite having had mine almost as long). She's writing in a paper journal now, as she often has. Why? SUP, since they have bought Livejournal have reversed previous SixApart and LJ practices and business decisions. Notably in the case of basic users (which were ad-free), SUP recently switched these accounts to sponsored overnight with no notice. Now, from the company which once promised to remain ad-free forever, you have the option of either liking ads with your journal, or paying for the privilege of your creative content remaining ad-free.

Sorry guys, but you're going to have to throw in a lot more added benefit than just "no ads" for me to want to pay to have a journal. I'm seriously giving thought to hosting my journal on private webspace. I don't know if i'm retro chic enough to revert to paper like Robin.

wanna get high?

Mon, 24 Mar 2008 19:20:05 GMT

poeticdream and me talking about painting the hallway:

me: "I'm going to paint the wall and drink beer, and then... [pauses for dramatic effect, then sways back and forth a bit] i'll be high!"
abigail_m whines: "i wish i could paint the walls and get high..."
me: "someday I'm sure you will, Abby."

it reminds me of a conversation Lindsay Leclair had with her mom when she was in high school: Lindsay: "I don't think I'll ever do drugs mom, I just don't get the point." her mom: "oh, you'll do them..."

penis!

Fri, 21 Mar 2008 14:05:57 GMT

last night abigail_m was drawing in her sketchbook. she said she was drawing a few different things. first she said she drew a ballerina, which looked like a mass of random scribbles and chicken scratches. then she said "penis!", which was a bit of a nonsequitur, but i came over to look and indeed, she had drawn a penis.

why is it that my 3 year old can draw penises?

"it's like they think it's a parking lot!"

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 00:27:48 GMT

The scene: Just now as abigail_m and I were walking up our driveway to the street level we saw two police cars that had pulled over someone for who-knows-what. The cops had the perp out of the car and were talking to him and rummaging around in his car.

me: "hey! they blocked the driveway!"
abigail_m: "what?"
me: "look, those two police cars parked right in front of our driveway!"
Abby: "yeah! it's like they think it's a parking lot!"

Abby will be three on Monday.

"take a deep breath..."

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:12:45 GMT

setting: earlier, at WRFR.

cast: abigail_m, poeticdream, and yours truly, riffraff.

[Abby produces a chocolate, by sleight of hand or magic, we're not sure which]

Robin, incredulously: "Abby, where'd you get chocolate from?"

Abby, triumphantly: "From my pocket!"

Robin: ...

Kim: *sputters and hyperventilates, laughing out of control*

Abby: "Take a deep breath..."

Robin: ...
Kim: ... *takes a deep breath*

tiny pasta

Fri, 08 Feb 2008 01:07:16 GMT

abigail_m has declared that while egg noodles shall still be called egg noodles, tortellini shall henceforth be called "tiny pasta"

superbowl #answer-to-the-ultimate-question

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 00:49:32 GMT

Best part of the superbowl, imho? The Giants' coach saying, in slo-mo: "godddd daaaamn iiit, sonnnnn oooof a biiiiiitch..."

Seeing it in HD at the Strand theatre for free was pretty cool too. The commercials this year? Lame. (the ones I saw at least)

lolkids

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 00:34:08 GMT

earlier:

me: "ready for dinner?"
abigail_m: "noooo....."
me: "why not? aren't you hungry?"
abby: "i am, but... I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER dot com" *grin*
me: ...

at least abby doesn't know the word "duh" yet

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 14:37:03 GMT

poeticdream: "I'm going to have some coffee. Do you want some coffee?"
abigail_m: "No, I don't like coffee!"
Robin: "Why not?"
Abby: "Because it's too caffeinated."

lastday? can it be?

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 02:24:18 GMT

lastday?

tomorrow will i be a runner?

crazy... eights?

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 03:50:06 GMT

Abby and I played a game of Crazy Eights and she tied me. so, I guess she's gonna be a card shark. Anyone want to play her?

whither the weather modification?

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 19:25:05 GMT

if they saw this post, Scott Stevens of weatherwars and The Shift fame, and as my new friend Dave might chuckle.

Today for the first day in a long time, I see no weather modified skies here in Rockport. Perhaps this is an anomalous area and simply nobody has their fingers in this part of the pie. Perhaps even the WM folks are taking a well-deserved break from their climate control agenda (a well-deserved break from tire-track trails and cottage-cheese clouds on the part of uninformed citizens of the planet, that is).

Whatever the reason, I salute the clear skies! Note that not only are the puffy cumulus clouds natural-looking, but also that the sky visible between the clouds looks pristine, clear, and deep azure blue. None of that smoggy, gray, DOR (Deadly Orgone Radiation) look that we've become accustomed to (if that last reference throws you for a loop, go do yourself a favor and read some Reich). Mayhap I'll go out for a stroll and see if Nature reacts differently to not being smothered, as it too has grown accustomed.

Please, unknown, shadow corp-gov Weather Modification gnomes, take more holday breaks, I implore you! and a Happy Christmas Eve to you!

For poeticdream, who always asks me what real clouds look like:

the LJ drama-llama rears its ugly head again

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 17:41:59 GMT

note to self: someone else's filtered friends-only posts only work right when you don't leave yourself logged in.

oops. sorry, folks.

Abby is the Decider

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:28:13 GMT

abigail_m, smacking me on the chest lightly with a diaper (for emphasis) as we walk to change her diaper: "after *smack* this *smack* set of diapers *smack* I'm *smack* potty-trained. OK?"
me: "o rly?"
abby: "yes."

this is how it goes with her, she wears the old paradigm into the ground, then, one day out of the blue she chooses a new one and, more often than not, sticks with it.