morning report

It is currently 9:20AM and 22.2°C (72°F), 27.8°C (82°F) humidex, but that's OK. Because Daniel is playing Age of Mythology, Justin is watching TVO Kids, Chris is sleeping, and I have my copy of the Half Blood Prince, which I picked up at a nearly people-less Chapters in a round trip that lasted all of 20 minutes, because when it was released at midnight last night I was otherwise (and very, very happily) occupied :)

I do feel a little slow, though. I've read the back and jacket blurbs and part of the first chapter, and have yet to recognize the Major Huge Spoiler that other people have mentioned so far.

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Memos I wish I could send

To: All The People Who Offered Me A Cell Phone Or A Push Or Sympathetic Looks, And Especially To The Old Guy Who Said "You'll Survive, You Look Like A Pretty Strong Lady," As I Sat On My Dead Car In The Middle Of The Busy Intersection And Looked Pathetic

Thank you. You rock.

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To: All The Ignorant *&^%s Who Honked At Me And Yelled "At Least Turn Your *&^%ing Hazard Lights On!!" As You Drove By

Do you really think I was sitting on my dead car for the sheer fun of it? Do you really think it just hadn't occurred to me to turn on my hazard lights? My battery was dead, you ignorant *&%$s.

Also: you suck.

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To: The Soprano Who Bitched And Moaned And Complained Through Today's Whole Two-Hour Rehearsal/Trying To Coordinate Two Choirs/Children/Lights/Drummers/Pianist/T-Shirts/Etc

You know what? We were all tired. None of us wanted to be here. We were all irate at the loose ends and miscues and lighting and sound and movement problems. But the people running the show were doing the best they could, and you were not the only one inconvenienced, and the constant litany of whining emitting from you almost made me want to drop the Cheerful Idiot facade I so carefully cultivate at choir and tell you to shut the %$#@ up.

So: shut up.

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To: J.K. Rowling

So far, as of chapter 4: nicely done. There's a real plot this time. Good for you! Although I'm getting the horrible feeling that things will happen to characters that I love that will not make me happy. But hey. It's your show. As long as you make it believable and entertaining, do what you will. I mean that.

Um, except, don't kill off Harry, 'K? 'Cause the seventh book can't be called "Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley and the Mysterious Other Part Of the Title."

We grow our own granola

So, Chris tells me last night that his ex-girlfriend, who used to live in a commune-type place with goats and "humanure"-fertilized crops, informed him that we were, if possible, even more granola than she.

We're doing something right :D :D :D

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Oh, heathers and lonejaguar, forgot to mention, at some point last week we had the following exchange with the kids, during a discussion on citizenship:

Me: So being married to a Canadian is supposed to make it easier to become a Canadian citizen. But it can still take a long time. Like heathers, for example. She's American and she's married to lonejaguar, but she's got to go through a lot of legal stuff before she can become Canadian.
Justin: They're married?
Me: Yeah.
Justin: So they're gay?
Me: Yeah.
Daniel: Does that mean they're special?
Me: ::laughing:: I guess so, yeah.
Daniel: So how long does it take to become Canadian if you're not married?
Justin: And what are we having for lunch?

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Oh and tonight's dinnertime movie fare: The Day After Tomorrow. Which we wanted to watch because, hey, environmental issues, science, politics, and lots of discussion of the above with our eager young minds, and the kids liked too because, hey, cool disasters and tornadoes and hailstorms and hurricanes and stuff blowing up.

HBP post, Turn Eyes Away

OK, here's my obligatory Half-Blood Prince post, with spoilers up to chapter 15.

( DON'T LOOK IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS OR ARE HEARTILY SICK OF HARRY BLEEDING POTTER )

Cause if the ladies don't find you handsome, at least let them find you handy

Chris: Yeah, I'm pretty much done down there. The fan works. It's just the ceiling I have to repair now.