Not-so-embarrassing admission: my computers are named after Space Shuttle Orbiters. Currently, I have Discovery [my 24" iMac], Atlantis [my Mac mini media server], and Endeavour [my Macbook]. [Ignore, for a moment, that I have other, non-working Macs in the house. Okay? Okay.]
Well, to the two desktops, I slave hard drives. And, well, I’m a bit of a geek, so …
Discovery has:
I also have a Drobo, which, if you’ve followed me on Twitter lately, has been giving me all sorts of hell. Something is amiss, and I’m sure that we’ll fix it. Anyhow, the drives used to be named lame names, until I came up with the following naming system:
It would be cool, you know, if that worked right now. But I’m not bitter.
What about Atlantis, you ask?
Endeavour gets backed up to an unnamed Time Machine. Lame, I know. I’m actually preparing to sell it to fund an iPad purchase, and also to prepare for the day when I can utilize corporate’s interest-free loan plan to buy a 27″ iMac, which will get the Endeavour name. I’m trying to keep myself to three main machines, because otherwise, this house would be full of computers and all my money would go to Cupertino.
[Shut up, all of you.]
Imitation
Imitation (again!)
Sonja also does this with calculators, the TV remote, Wii-motes, and anything else she can find that has buttons.
Amy marked as to-read: Whip Smart: A Memoir (Hardcover) by Melissa Febos
bookshelves: to-read
I can count, right? Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve counted the squares against the numbers the computer layout shows, I have to see them laid out together to believe they’re really going to fit.
Accompanying blog entry: domesticat.net/2010/03/these-are-few-my-favorite-things
The quilt continues to grow in both size and belligerence. It is now eyeing the stove speculatively, wondering if it can be captured and rendered into perky squares.
Accompanying blog entry: domesticat.net/2010/03/these-are-few-my-favorite-things
There. Done. To say I am delighted is an understatement. I am glad I took the extra time to sort the fabrics, to get a rough divide between warm and cool colors. The result isn’t obvious, but it’s subtly harmonious.
Also? I just LIKE it. So there. Neener. I’m keeping this one.
Approximate size: 80”x88”
Accompanying blog entry: domesticat.net/2010/03/these-are-few-my-favorite-things
This quilt has a secret. I'd intended to make a game of it, but someone spilled the beans on Flickr.
['I might actually be ready to do some circles now.']
This quilt is 'White Librarian.' It's based off of a redpepperquilts design (Bricks and Stones) I purchased a while back. The original was only a lap-sized quilt, and I wanted something bigger. Bolder. I decided I wanted to make a new bedspread out of it, so I took the general idea of the design and scaled it up. I had to add an extra row, and I scaled up the size in a few places, but it's very obviously based on her design.
The smallest squares in this quilt are 2.5" unfinished, or 2" finished. Take those out of the equation.
Every square bigger than that square in this quilt top is unique. Yes -- every single one. Go ahead, look for duplicates; there aren't any. (There are two purple batiks that look similar from a distance, but in person you can see they are different.) I cut into virtually every piece of fabric I had, including my scraps, to get all the pieces needed for this quilt.
I did a rough sorting of the fabrics into warm and cool tones, but did not fully adhere to the division in all places. I wanted the three corners to be anchored by big, bold squares. The top left is a green Japanese temple scene Alice got for me, bottom left is the Tenniel illustration of Alice and the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, and the bottom right is a large Japanese fan print I picked up in Hawaii.
This quilt stays with me.
There are small moments of delight all over this quilt. I cut into fabrics given to me by friends, and fabrics I bought on trips. I fussy-cut into the beautiful silk jacquard flower fabric I got in San Francisco. There is a moose. Lucky cats. Butterflies. Owls. It contains fabric from nearly every quilt I've ever done, and if I had a fabric in my stash that I thought too beautiful to cut, I cut generously from it.
If you haven't seen the set, here's the time-lapse of it coming together:
['The "White Librarian" -- plans']
['The warm side of the equator']
['Godzilla quilt stomp kitchen!']
['I might actually be ready to do some circles now.']
I will quilt this one myself, but there's a quilt or two ahead of it in line. Plus - call me selfish - I want to be more practiced before I attempt to quilt this one. I want to be able to finish it with the same level of precision and care that went into the making of the top.
(I am currently so excited I can barely sit still.)
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Phoebe’s school did a build a bear workshop thingy and she got a monkey. When I picked her up last Friday, she had the monkey and a birth certificate for it. It said the monkey’s name is “Charlie.” So I ask her about Charlie the monkey. She is adamant that “IT’S NOT CHARLIE, mama! It’s not!” So I never do get her to tell me the monkey’s name other than “it’s not Charlie.” So Rick and I have decided the monkey’s name is “notCharlie.” 
notCharlie lives at school now because apparently after they made them on Friday her teacher let Phoebe sleep with it and she fell asleep so much faster.
And now, a week later, she actually does let us call the monkey Charlie. Apparently it just took some time or something. Funny girl!
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Amy gave 4 stars to: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (Paperback) by Susanna Clarke
Slow start. Tried to read it like a fantasy novel at first, failing miserably, but then picked it back up…
Dad made me this wonderful wooden pencil holder a few years back, with various-sized holes for different diameter pencils. Lately, Sonja thinks it’s the best thing since sliced bread, and she will happily spend upwards of half an hour at a time with a handful of pens and pencils (carefully supervised!), figuring out which ones fit in which holes.
I did a variant on this and really liked it.
1904: William Hiram Rigsby (my great-great-great grandfather), Maudie Rigsby (my great-grandmother), Jane Jince (Warford) Rigsby (my great-great-great grandmother) & Eliza Rigsby
Also spotted at www.angelfire.com/tv2/rigsby/photo.htm with this info:
“(L to R) William Hiram Rigsby, Maudie Louise “Rigsby” Landers, Jane Jince “Warford” Rigsby, Louisa Rigsby. This picture was probably taken about 1904 in Lonsdale, Garland County, Arkansas. William H. Rigsby was born in 1823 in Tennessee and married Jince Warford who was born in 1825 in Tennessee. They moved with other Warford and Rigsby family to Hot Spring County, Arkansas in mid to late 1840’ and 50’s. Maudie was one of their grand-daughters and Louisa “Aunt Liza” was a daughter who never married, but resided with them until their deaths and then lived with her brother John H. Rigsby (my gr.grandfather) until death. Wm. and Jince are buried at Rigsby Cemetery on the old farm at Lonsdale. Aunt Liza is buried next to John and his second wife Laura M. “Bewley” “Humphries” Rigsby at Smith Creek Cemetery. John’s first wife Melvinia “Bowen” Rigsby died early and is buried at the Rigsby Cemetery. “
1895 - Sally Rigsby
1890 - unknown
Found at www.angelfire.com/tv2/rigsby/photo.htm
Description: Col. Jabez Benjamin Hiram Rigsby and wife Martha Miller “Lloyd” Rigsby. Parents of Maudie Louise. They are buried at the Rigsby Cemetery.
These would be my maternal great-great grandparents.
It only took us three years, but we finaly found the best place for your birthday party: Kidventure. It’s an indoor playground with an inflatable slide, a climbing wall, skeeball, and a pirate ship. We had the entire place to ourselves, and they let us bring in our own food, which meant that the parents [...]
It only took us three years, but we finaly found the best place for your birthday party: Kidventure. It’s an indoor playground with an inflatable slide, a climbing wall, skeeball, and a pirate ship. We had the entire place to ourselves, and they let us bring in our own food, which meant that the parents got to eat something other than pizza! In previous years your outsourced parties have run like Mussolini’s trains, with the staff hustling us from play time to dinner time and out the back door. This year you got to play some, then eat some, then play some more, then eat the awesome robot cake, then play even more. This turned out to be a recipe for fun and not, as I had feared, vomiting.
Speaking of the awesome robot cake instead of vomiting, your robot cake was awesome. It was our friend Renée’s gift to you. It had a jetpack and a data tape coming out of its mouth that read, “Happy birthday, Eli!” You showed how thankful you were as only a newly-minted six year old can: you asked her, “Couldn’t you have made me a Pac-Man cake instead?” Fortunately you ended up loving the robot cake, probably because robots are awesome and jetpacks are awesome and together they are quadruply awesome.
This year marks your first year of school. You’re attending a wonderful school. It doesn’t hurt that you love your teacher and she loves you back. I wasn’t so lucky, and didn’t have a very good time that first year at school, so I’m glad that you love kindergarten.
I do not love kindergarten, and it’s not just residual bad feelings left over from that time when I was five and another kid peed on me. I do not love kindergarten because I now have to get up early enough to take you to school on my way to work. I used to be a morning person long ago, but now I am not, and this enforced early wake-up time is killing me. You, of course, wake up at 5:30 or so because God listened to my parents’ prayers that I would have a kid who was just like me. But even though you wake up so early, you don’t spend that time getting ready for school. Instead you’re busy making Lego robots and K’Nex robots and Lincoln Log robots, which I guess means you’re into pre-Steampunk Steampunk. Woodpunk? Anyway, we figured out how to make you get ready faster: turn it into a competition. Every morning we race to see who’s going to be ready to go first, me or you. The winner gets to do the Taunting Dance to the loser. Then we race to see who will be the first to get in my car and buckle up. You usually win, because I am old and slow and can only win through trickery like leaving my car locked until I’m at the drivers-side door and ready to get in.
Did you know they don’t make you take naps at kindergarten any more? I spent the better part of a year pretending to nap at school, and now they’ve removed that vital part of the curriculum. That’s undoubtedly good for you, since you don’t nap any more. On the occasions when you’re at home all day you spend “quiet time” in your room with the door closed, where by “quiet time” I mean “dad gets to play Xbox 360 time”. You’re not actually very quiet in there, since you have to make loud pew pew pew vrrrm whoosh noises for the Lego and K’Nex and Lincoln Log robots, or else what’s the point? Besides, if we ensure that robots always make pew pew pew noises then Skynet can never sneak up on us.
I love your creativity. I am so excited that you tell your mom, “I want to work on a project. I want to do a craft.” You doodle. You cut out paper shapes and glue them together. You draw. You tell stories that wouldn’t be out of place in an episode of Axe Cop.
I also love how you read. Sometimes you take a break from making robots and pull books off of your shelf to read. You’ve taken to reading stories to me at night, which I encourage by deliberately mis-reading the books you give me. It turns out that most of my parenting tricks involve annoying you until you do what I want, which I’m sure will win me the Parent of the Year award. We’ve taken to reading longer books, like the Magic Treehouse books. You’ve loved reading Toy Dance Party, giggling uncontrollably at the parts which involve me making groooonk noises.
You’ve got a complicated relationship with Liza. You play together better than ever before, mainly because you’ve discovered that she’s a loyal follower. She gets to play with her big brother and you get someone to boss around…for a while. You play dress-up with her, which has given us so many pictures to show your future dates. The two of you push toy shopping carts around the house like a miniature consumer-oriented Shriners parade. You make robots together.
Liza’s also teaching you how important it is to negotiate, though you’re still not great at it. A lot of your negotiation involves you making ridiculous demands, like, “Liza, if you don’t do what I want, then I’m leaving!” It’s all part of learning to deal with your storm of emotions that appear and recede with the suddenness of a summer downpour. You’ll clench your fists and say through gritted teeth, “That makes me so angry.” I’ve struggled with anger my whole life; I hope you don’t have to do the same.
Videogames continue to be a large part of your entertainment, especially since we got you a Didj for your birthday. A Didj is like a Nintendo DS, only the handheld console costs far less than a DS and the games are “educational”, which means every once in a while the game stops until you answer a math question. It’s good that you’re really young and don’t know how annoying those games are, or how cheap your parents are. Next I’ll start you on Pitfall so you can learn the true lesson that videogames have to teach us: everything is futile.
The other day we were driving home from choir, We got home and you ran outside into the darkness. When I asked you what you were doing, you said, “I wished on a star.”
“What did you wish for?” I asked.
“My own robot.”
Every night I tuck you into bed, and a few hours later I come back to check on you. You start out sleeping under your much-loved space blanket, but soon you wind yourself around and on top of it, clutching the stuffed ladybug that has become your favorite animal. I untangle you and stretch the blanket back over you. Some times you wake up and smile at me before sinking back into sleep. When I put you to bed you hug me tight and say, “I think I’ll keep you here forever.” I know that can’t happen, and I know it shouldn’t happen, but some times I wish it were true.
From front left: William Washington Landers(called BooPoo by his great-grandchildren), William Theodore (Uncle Bill) Landers, Maudie Louise Rigsby-Landers (my maternal great-grandmother)
back from left. Lloyd Landers. (Uncle Lloyd KIA Land Mine - United States Marine Corps Korea) Mildred Ruth Landers-Burrow (my grandmother), Anna Muriel Landers-Optiz (Aunt Muriel), Robert Landers (Uncle Robert United States Marine Corps)
front from left: Anna Muriel Landers-Opitz (Aunt Muriel) (My sister thinks she wasn’t married to Uncle Lowell at the time this photo was taken), Mildred Ruth Landers-Burrow (my grandmother)
back from left:
Lloyd Landers (KIA Korea land mine. United States Marine Corps) also served in WWII. not sure where he was stationed in WWII his son Wayne lives in California.
Back row: William Theodore Landers (Uncle Bill) My sister says: he’s young here, but he was also in the Air Force.
Robert Landers (United States Marine Corps.) Served WWII, my sister thinks he was in Iwo Jima as well as Guadalcanal.
William Washington Landers and Maudie Louise Rigsby-Landers, my maternal great-grandparents. The grandkids and great-grandkids called them Mawmaw and BooPoo. They both died before I was born.
Front from left. Clara Qualls-Goss (Divorced), Wanda Qualls-Williams, and her grandson Joey (her daughter Kristie’s son)
Back from left. Olen Dean Qualls (my father), Dakota Allen Clark (my nephew), George Qualls (my uncle)
Scan taken from my sister’s scrapbook. Photo circa 1997.
Checkerboard part one of [whimper] — the lights and brights first.
After I’d thrown the cat off the table six times, I realized I would get more done if I just accepted my fate, ignored the cat, kept sewing, and used a lint roller to deal with the cat fur later.
After having thoroughly furred up the finished portion of the checkerboard, Tenzing eyes the unfinished pieces, carefully considering how much havoc one carefully thrashed tail could bring.
I’m keeping the quilt. He’s practicing sleeping on it while I make it. After all, the warm tones complement his fur so nicely.
The other Sunday, after Eli got dressed for church, I realized that he looked like someone.
If I get him a buff jacket, maybe he can appear on the Tonight Show like Carl Sagan.
The other Sunday, after Eli got dressed for church, I realized that he looked like someone.
If I get him a buff jacket, maybe he can appear on the Tonight Show like Carl Sagan.
In case you’ve been wondering how I’ve been doing with my bipolar depression, here’s an update.
And if you didn’t care, well, you read this far anyway, eh? 
In case you’ve been wondering how I’ve been doing with my bipolar depression, here’s an update.
And if you didn’t care, well, you read this far anyway, eh?
Wanna know what’s awesome? Dinosaurs. And it looks like they’re taking over Etsy! They’re marching on however they can! They’re coming by land!
Dinosaur on a Bicycle by Dark Cycle Clothing.
And by SEA!!
Raptor Rides the Whale by Winged Beast Outfitters
And it looks like they’ve recruited the robots! Oh god, this is worse than I thought. We’re doomed!
Robot and Triceratops by Happy Family.
Ooooh, wait a second, it seems they just want to have a slumber party! Awwwww.
Sleepy T-Rex by Critter Jitters.
Poor dinosaurs. They’re so misunderstood.
Just so everyone's clear: it's not you, it's me.
I have 'fond' (those are air quotes) memories in the past of people pronouncing "I'm leaving!" in a huff, while taking a big pause at the metaphorical door (these are online communities we're talking about here, so all doors are metaphorical) to see if anyone cried out "Noooo! Don't leave us!"
There's a difference between doing what I just described, and recognizing that you are overloaded and distracted and just pulling the plug without telling anyone ahead of time.
The latter option is what I did a week ago. I shut off my laptop and I did my best to shut off the TV. I wasn't sure what I needed -- and I'm still not sure, to be honest -- but I didn't need more noise in my head. I needed, and still need, time to think my own thoughts for a while. I struggle with that need even under the best of circumstances, but lately I've been dealing with end-of-major-project worries, and I realized I had two options:
I've been reading almost constantly, as Jeff can attest. I have a huge novel (Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell) that's been on extended loan from a friend. I've decided to get it read and get it back to her. I've been writing. I've been sewing. I've been forcing myself to go to bed earlier, which quickly confirmed my suspicion that sleep deprivation had been worsening the problem.
I'm okay. Most people won't even notice any changes, though I think a few people have wondered why I stopped responding on Facebook. There are still going to be posts here on cat.net, and shorter bursts that get posted to all the places my friends read (twitter, plurk, facebook, livejournal) but it's reasonable to assume that I am only absently keeping up with everyone for a while. I'm still figuring out what to post here on cat.net -- I can tell I'm rusty from having taken a year away -- but what you've seen recently will continue.
It is hard to hear myself over the clamor of everyone else. I'm just turning down the volume for a while.
In honor of Dr. Suess’s birthday this week, Eli’s school has activities planned every day. Today is crazy hair day. Stephen and I decided he looked a bit like an Anime character but since I don’t know anything about Anime really, I have no idea which one.
He started asking me this morning at 6:03 when [...]
In honor of Dr. Suess’s birthday this week, Eli’s school has activities planned every day. Today is crazy hair day. Stephen and I decided he looked a bit like an Anime character but since I don’t know anything about Anime really, I have no idea which one.
He started asking me this morning at 6:03 when I would fix his hair. He asked again three minutes later and then about 3 minutes after that. I think he was excited about putting goop in his hair. I’m willing to do just about what ever it takes to keep him interested in learning.
Ok, so long time no post. We went a whole month without a single post! Well, we’ve been here in February. I also have some videos I plan on posting, but I just haven’t gotten them uploaded to vimeo yet (they are on facebook, though, so go look there if you can). Things have been busy for us! Our house listed 3 weeks ago, so we’ve been working hard keeping our house clean as well as house shopping for our next house! Not sure how long this’ll keep us busy, so for now, enjoy a few photos of the girls:
Phoebe wearing her Valentine’s Dress over her Dora Jammies! This girl loves her some dresses!
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| From February 2010 |
Rick and Sophie. Sophie was sick here. Poor girl can’t seem to stay well very long this winter.
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| From February 2010 |
Sophie at the Gardens!
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| From February 2010 |
Phoebe at the gardens!
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| From February 2010 |
Rick pulling the girls in their wagon at the gardens.
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| From February 2010 |
And this is what Sophie thought about her hat. Can’t win them all apparently.
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| From February 2010 |
An interior row, with more warm tones.
Admittedly, there’s a huge band of color missing, but this was the first time I’d been able to lay out everything I’d sewn together so far.
The warmer-toned fabrics will run from top to bottom on the left-hand side.
Warm tones on the left side, cool tones on the right. There’s a band missing (it will be second from the outside) and then the giant empty spot on the far side … checkerboard goodness!
Two of the sections of the quilt that will have mostly warm tones.
Two of the sections of the quilt with mostly cool tones.
Excepting Alice. She’s going to be hanging out in the lower-left corner of the quilt, keeping an eye on that Cheshire Cat.
Someday when she’s “borrowing” my size 10AAA shoes out of my closet, I’ll look back at this and laugh. Or maybe tease her a bit.
Hmm, if I ever decide to try this pattern…
I am not always good at keeping my temper in check. It is a real failing, not the kind of faux failing-that's-actually-a-strength you bring up in a job interview when you're asked, "So what is your greatest weakness?" I've always been aware that the JeffSpouse is a weak spot where my temper is concerned.
For those of you who don't know where this is going, I refer you to Freecycling in Huntsville, Alabama: now with moderator insults! for the account of Jeff's run-in with the moderator of the Huntsville, Alabama Freecycle group.
Be a jerk to me, and I'll fume and sulk and mostly get over it. Being a jerk to Jeff is not advised. Given that he is self-effacing and decent and caring and just plain NICE -- far nicer than I fear I'll ever manage to be -- it sets me off. Setting me off intentionally is a bad thing. See the title of this entry. My mother had a saying: "eight feet tall and bulletproof." Ouch. Yeah. That's me when I'm mad.
So -- I wrote an entry. I have a module set up on domesticat.net that auto-notifies ping.fm, which in turn notifies facebook, plurk, my private twitter account (@domesticat), and livejournal. I realized my private twitter account is a walled garden, though; I like having some small vestige of privacy.
I looked at my public twitter account (@amyqmc) and I decided to post it there, too. I first tossed something out with a #Freecycle hashtag and then checked the stream -- turned out it was full of people mentioning they were doing Freecycle donations, or where to drop them off, or where to pick them up. Then I realized the national Freecycle office had a twitter account.
@Freecycle Is this really how your moderators should be acting toward prospective members? http://ping.fm/euo8n
I heard back from the national office within three hours with a request for more information and contact info.
As it turned out, Freecycle has a person monitoring social media, and he was responsive and helpful. He made certain we were contacted by the person over the Alabama Freecycle network. We forwarded copies of the entire exchange to the national and state organizations, and while we had their attention, passed on some of the problems that Wendy had had with our local group during her short moderator tenure. We didn't hear much of anything, and we wondered whether or not the issue had been dropped.
I've been making a point to stay off of my laptop at night, so I didn't see this message sent to the local Freecycle group until Jeff forwarded it to me this morning:
Dear Gang,
It is with a heavy heart and deep sadness I approach you this evening. It has been brought to my attention that there are members of this group who are not happy with the work I perform. I do not wish to impeed the mission of the group, so I must step down as owner, so that the valueable work we do may continue. I have been dedicated to this cause for a great number of years now, and had thought I had shown my care, support and concern to you. It seems I have failed miserably according to some members. I will miss you and will be close if you need me for anything.
Most of you have already come to know Kim. She has been one of your moderators for some time now. In the event she has to leave town for an emergency I will be filling in until her Mom's health concerns are resolved. She will become your new leader.
I want to thank my loyal supporters for the great things we have accomplished here in my 3 years with you. It is my feverant desire that you keep building on the work we have already completed to further this mission to the fartherest limits that may be reached. Keep Freecycle working! It works for you!Thank you,
Adrienne
I would have preferred to see Jeff receive an apology, but this resignation greatly lessens the possibility that other members hoping to join the group will get the same treatment Jeff did. I'll accept that. It's not a total victory, but it's a start. The national Freecycle office gets major kudos from me for using social media to be responsive to its users, as well as for addressing the problem.
Moral #1 of the story: not everyone wants to subscribe to every email that a group sends out. Yahoo's web interface for group messages is preferable for some people, especially those who are infrequent contributors.
Moral #2 of the story: Don't be a jerk to Jeff. He's nice. His wife isn't.
We'll have our next round of Freecycle donations ready to go in a few weeks.
I am so incredibly sick of religious extremist assholes using the pain and challenges of others to score points in the media with their extremist base. Check out this latest gem from Virginia State Delegate Bob Marshall:
http://www.newsleader.com/article/20100222/NEWS01/2220318
I would ask Mr. Marshall, "What about the parents of challenged children who have never had abortions? Does your god just hate those people on principle?"
Quoting because I just can't think to do anything else.
"The number of children who are born subsequent to a first abortion with handicaps has increased dramatically. Why? Because when you abort the first born of any, nature takes its vengeance on the subsequent children," said Marshall, a Republican.
Quote from this article on newsleader.com.
To be extra helpful, they even have an MP3 recording of him saying it. Download it here.
That's Robert G. 'Bob' Marshall, R-Virginia, representing Manassas. I'm sure the 9pm show will be totally different from the 7pm show; catch him at @RobertGMarshall, if you can stand the stench.
An excerpt from his press release on the story:
"A story by Capital News Service regarding my remarks at a recent press conference opposing taxpayer funding for Planned Parenthood conveyed the impression that I believe disabled children are a punishment for prior abortions. No one who knows me or my record would imagine that I believe or intended to communicate such an offensive notion. I have devoted a generation of work to defending disabled and unwanted children, and have always maintained that they are special blessings to their parents. Nevertheless, I regret any misimpression my poorly chosen words may have created as to my deep commitment to fighting for these vulnerable children and their families."
Funny. That sound bite was impressively clear to me.
You disgust me, you ass.
Hey, my game Fragile Shells placed second in the Jay is Games Casual Game Design Competition #7. I’m in a three-way tie for second, mind you, but given the other two games (including Andrew Plotkin’s), I’m quite happy with my placement.
I was also pleased by how my game was reviewed. Gruelove, Matt W., and the [...]
Hey, my game Fragile Shells placed second in the Jay is Games Casual Game Design Competition #7. I’m in a three-way tie for second, mind you, but given the other two games (including Andrew Plotkin’s), I’m quite happy with my placement.
I was also pleased by how my game was reviewed. Gruelove, Matt W., and the always-hilarious Jenni Polodna all had positive things to say about it. Jenni even gives a shout-out to the Zune, which I should have done. In my defense, I expect by the late 21st century they’ll only think of them as iPods, even the sad old Creative NOMADs. At least until a NOMAD returns as a giant space probe who can only be stopped by merging with a bald chick.
Where was I? Oh, yes, second place. Yay!
This is a fine example of how Liza will sometimes say “I dunno!” reflexively.
Turtle is a small plastic turtle who “swims” in a tiny bowl thanks to magnets and a small child’s belief in magic. Liza likes Turtle a lot.
Despite her loud protests, though, Turtle isn’t really her best friend.
Liza is a big fan of [...]
This is a fine example of how Liza will sometimes say “I dunno!” reflexively.
Turtle is a small plastic turtle who “swims” in a tiny bowl thanks to magnets and a small child’s belief in magic. Liza likes Turtle a lot.
Despite her loud protests, though, Turtle isn’t really her best friend.
Liza is a big fan of bugs. She likes beetles.
She likes butterflies.
She likes ladybugs and bees, though with some reservations about bees.
In fact, she liked the dragonfly on Misty’s necklace.
When she’s not obsessed about bugs, Liza likes to sing. She sings Happy Birthday.
She sings Jingle Bells for hours at a time. Jingle Bells is the toddler song version of water torture. Imagine putting this next clip on repeat all day and you’ll have a terrifying glimpse into my life!
The best part about Liza singing Mary Had a Little Lamb is how quickly she dives into the final consonant in “lamb”.
One night when I was bathing her, Liza suddenly launched into “Yellow Submarine”. “Where did you learn that?” I asked, surprised. “Pop taught me,” she replied.
Liza is willing to go anywhere we want to take her.
Hey, Liza, did you have fun talking into the microphone?
2010-02-27: Harvest Hands, Nashville, TN, USA
2010-02-25: The Rutledge, Nashville, TN, USA
