Tonight I watched my last new Joel episode on my MST3K watch-through, and I didn't even realize it. :(

(Okay, so I haven't seen about a third of the first Comedy Central season and the entirety of the KTMA season, but I won't put myself through that unless I have to.)

For the first time since April, Jen's father watched Jonny overnight over the weekend, and Jen and I got to indulge in a few small childfree privileges. Saturday night, after dropping the lad off, we went to our predictable Jonny-free weekend spot, a Korean restaurant in Park Slope called Moim, and ordered our predictable Jonny-free dinner there. ( Read more... )

I'm hardly ever tempted to write fan-fiction. This hasn't always been the case. The second or third story I ever completed, age 11, was a sequel-cum-parody of Jurassic Park, and I still have notebook after notebook filled with notes, synopses, maps, sketches, and early chapters of ambitious epics set in the universes of Star Wars, Sir Arthur Conan ( Read more... )

I have a catalog of excuses for not writing, but some things do inspire me to want to write. One such thing is the casting for the new Star Wars movie. Not in a fannish sense, but rather -- one woman? Seriously? They only came up with a role for one woman who isn't Carrie Fisher ( Read more... )

"...don't forget to show your work ;)"

Today's prompt comes from mmmbrainsProof is for mathematics, so there ( Read more... )

( Substance abuse triggers, maybe? I don't know how triggers work. )

It's interesting to note what sort of long-term personality changes the last couple of years have left me. One that bothers me a lot is, I can no longer handle anything that's sad. My average mood may be far higher than it was six months or a year ago, but I still have the thinnest skin for anything sad ( Read more... )

Today we had planned to go to the waterpark with our friend Em. We arranged a sitter for Jonny and everything. But when we woke up it was raining, and it didn't let up for long the rest of the day. We dropped Jonny off with the sitter, one of Jen's coworkers who loves kids so much she didn't even want money to watch him, because we'd be crazy not ( Read more... )

1. Boston Market. Years ago, back when I was a newly married army private, Boston Market was one of my absolute favorite eateries. Their mac n cheese seemed superb, their cornbread delectable, their turkey and gravy superlative. Eating there was a special treat sure to delight even the most downcast and jaded senses. But it never became a regular ( Read more... )

I was going to start writing about memory and all this deep philosophical stuff but eh... it was just gonna be depressing anyway. I don't feel like bringing myself down today. I have the windows open, the birds are singing, the fans are simulating a nice soft breeze. Maybe I'll throw caution to the wind and snarf down some ice cream in a bit. I'm ( Read more... )