...and sometimes it's not even your own kids who say the darndest things

Chris is at TKD, chatting with one of the other dads, who has apparently cobbled together a wicked Halloween costume for his nine-year-old son but who has begun to lose patience with the project as the complications and extra doodads have multiplied beyond his expectations. (it's some kind of Transformer-type thingy that I don't recognize.) And it's Dad can I have this part too, and can I have hinges for my knees, and will this pop out, yadda yadda yadda...

"So then I get fed up and tell him, 'You know what? I'll finish this one, but next year you know what your Halloween costume's gonna be? You're gonna be Garbage Bag Monster. I'm getting a black plastic garbage bag and cutting out holes for your head and arms and that's it!' And he's looking at me with these wide eyes and he says, 'Oh wow - really?!! I can be Garbage Bag Monster?! WICKED!!'"

"I would if I could, Look into her eyes, And show exactly where I'm getting it from"

Meryn Cadell. Holy shit.

Anybody remember The Sweater?

We have one of her albums, Bombazine. Amazing thing. One of the songs, Strength (quote above), is just beautiful, and for some reason always reminds me of my mom. We were listening to it just the other day.

Well Meryn's no longer making music. He's teaching in the Creative Writing Program at UBC.

Yeah, he. Same name, different gender. ::mind blows::

He's got an lj, too.

http://meryncadell.livejournal.com/



... and now I'm listening to Hanson. What?

Mmmmbop