Playing our "Peloponnesian War" board game

(And recently having watched Troy)

Me: (Justin has pretty much won, but I'm trying to encourage Daniel) It ain't over till the fat lady sings.
Justin: Who's the fat lady? You?
Me: Hey!
Justin: Well it's true.
Daniel: "It's no insult to say that a fat man is fat."
Me & Justin: ::cracking up::

Food for thought

Two interesting links I came across today.

• Logging boreal forest could detonate massive 'carbon bomb,' says report
  Excerpt: Canada's boreal forest is a ticking "carbon bomb" and its continued logging could trigger a massive release of greenhouse gases, says a new report.
  
  Because, you know, Canada just isn't doing enough to help global warming. And no, I don't mean help fight global warming.
  
  
• Pearls Before Breakfast
  Excerpt: Can one of the nation's great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour? Let's find out.
  
  This article was not exactly a bucket of cheer either, but there was one part that made me smile: There was no ethnic or demographic pattern to distinguish the people who stayed to watch Bell, or the ones who gave money, from that vast majority who hurried on past, unheeding. Whites, blacks and Asians, young and old, men and women, were represented in all three groups. But the behavior of one demographic remained absolutely consistent. Every single time a child walked past, he or she tried to stop and watch. And every single time, a parent scooted the kid away.
  
  See, this is why I love kids. And also why I want to be a good mom. I want to be the parent who stopped to listen to Joshua Bell with my kid.