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I am ill. And trying to do my taxes, which is stressful while attempting to stick to Matei's punishment of no cartoons for two days (tbh, more of a punishment for me than for him when I feel the way I do).

On the other hand, this is utterly utterly fascinating. I'm especially taken with the bit about Gwyneth Paltrow's son having ( Read more... )

I am still utterly physically trashed and ill, and my attempts at speech qualify me to audition to be the voice of a Discworld Troll, but none of that is very exciting to talk about, so here are two vignettes about Matei ( Read more... )

For the last year Z and I have been on a concentrated campaign to make our son a better person  tired. And compliant. And sleepy. But mostly sleepy.

This is a chronicle of our increasingly desperate states of mindefforts.

You can watch this video on www.livejournal.com

Mostly though, I think we have just increased his fitness levels. So help us God.

I unashamedly, unabashedly love Halloween since it is the socially acceptable pretext for my love of dressing up in costumes and marching my child from house to house looking cute and scoring armfuls of candy (most of which is then in Communist fashion appropriated by the parents; from each according to his ability, to each according to his need ( Read more... )

I had the quickest drink &meet in the world in a pub with some beautiful people where a man tried to sell us dodgy M&S steak ( Read more... )

I am tired beyond tired and just as deeply frustrated and aggrieved ( Read more... )

For Susan:

Eurovision Semi-Finals (Helsinki) - the re-telling

( The Sequins/Leather/Giant Fan extravaganza starts here )

A while ago in Kilburn, Z and I came upon a scene which thrilled me a great deal. There was a crowd of people on Kilburn High Street, gathered in a semi-circle around a woman with a megaphone and a stumbling man whom I at first took to be a hunchback. Somewhere beyond the people, someone was beating out a rhythm on the drums ( Read more... )

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The comments made me ROFL, although don't read them if you're offended by rude words unless you want to exercise your righteous indignation.