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Went skating today. ::sigh::

2.5 hours, Beaver Tails, hot chocolate and apple cider, and once more marveling at how much my kids teach me every day. Justin must have fallen at least a hundred times, but refused to leave, or get frustrated, or even hold my hand to keep himself steady. Consequently, he's a better skater today, at age seven, than I was by age twenty, because I spent so long terrified of falling on the ice that all I ever did was sort of shuffle around uncomfortably, for years on end.
clearbell and daf9: have not forgotten the Open Letter thing, I just need to do a bit of research.
Anybody buying a Palm?

Get the Dealer Warranty, NOT the manufacturers. For dealer's, you bring it in and they send it off to be fixed, which is a pain. For manufacturers, you call and get handed off to six different people before you get one that knows what you need to do, then you get cut off, then you get re-connected, then transferred again and called back and cut off again, then they need your receipt faxed over so that they can give you Call Number 24601, which has to be e-mailed - but they don't actually e-mail it - but when you get it you're supposed to send them the e-mail number back by fax so they'll send you an envelope and you send them your Palm in the envelope with your number and firstborn child's dental records, allow 6-8 weeks for shipping to Kuala Lumpur where they'll probably make triplicates of the order and take bury it in peat moss for a couple months and send your Palm to a distant cousin of your aunt's nephew twice removed (lovely singing voice; eunuch) if you're lucky and can correctly identify all three sub-references in the paragraph above.
Random Quote:
Chris: (doing a crossword puzzle) Love, what's "perspicacious"?
Me: Shrewd, or able to notice details.
Chris: Thanks, hon. I love having a foreign wife.
snarkhunter, I Feel your Pain. You were feeling sympathy for Bush the other day? I'm feeling it for Harper.

For the record, I don't like Stephen Harper. I think he'd love to turn Canada into a rich-get-richer-and-screw-everyone-else country. I also don't think he gives a damn about the environment. I think he either inhabits "Climate change is just a huge hoax"-land, or, like so many people, has moved directly to "Climate change will only harm polar bears, Inuit, brown Polynesians and black Louisianans, so why worry"-land.

But. The Liberals are raking him over the coals over stuff he said about global warming years ago (standard "this is all a socialist plot" ranting), and not just implying, but outright asserting that there's no way he - or his party - could possibly change their minds or actions on the issue. Despite what they've said and done in the last little while, when they finally realized public opinion was starting to desert their side on this.

I mean... come on. The guy may have the environmental morals of a pine beetle, but he's not a complete idiot and is just as capable of reading polls as anybody else. And if he can actually show some real commitments or plans, why not support him on it?

Besides... I dunno, the Liberals being holier than thou on the issue? Wow. That takes some major chutzpah. If anybody should be afraid of their past environmental record coming back to bite them on the derriere...
Speaking of derrieres, it's quite entertaining to hop from the depressing mouth-frothing and posturing on the Greener Than Thou stuff to the brouhaha over Harry Potter Baring It All.

Damn, but I'm grateful to my parents for raising me blasé towards bodies and nudity in general. We spent a lot of time on nude or topless beaches when I was a kid, and people wandered about our house in various stages of undress without much of a second thought. A body's a body, to me. There's some things I don't much like seeing, mostly for aesthetic reasons, but very little short of public elimination of bodily waste really offends me. It sure seems to make a lot of other folks twist out of shape, though.

Case in point, Daniel Radcliffe, who is, in fact, not actually Harry Potter (gasp!), is doing a non-Potter-related play which calls for nudity, and posed for some pictures in the buff. Now, OK, I was doing some eye-bleaching the day they came out because, augh, little Harry Potter in the altogether wasn't something I'd really wanted to picture, and I did kinda wish I'd had my brain in the ON position when I saw the first cut-link and clicked on it, but holy crap has the s*** ever hit the fandom! Parents saying they won't be taking their children to see any future Potter movies, may not let them read the last book, wailing and gnashing their teeth, aghast and horrified and totally disappointed in Radcliffe and Where Are His Parents and Oh ye gods won't somebody PLEASE think of the CHILdren...

I have to say, if your greatest fear as a parent is that your children will be mortally morally wounded because the actor who plays a character in a children's book has taken another job and this other job requires him to expose his bits, y'all must live in a much happier world than I. Or a much more nervous one. See, I worry about my kids' health, safety, education, and ability to be kind to themselves and to the world around them. It honestly hadn't occurred to me to worry about the irreparable damage nakedness could cause them. Other than as a general "don't run around bare-ass in the snow." Although perhaps I need to rethink my parenting.

Oh dear - I just realized, I let my kids watch Star Wars!! Didn't Ewan MacGregor strip at some point? DAMN! And - and Robin Williams took it all off in The Fisher King! What if some of the nakedness of that movie bled through into his voiceover for Aladdin! OMFG!

OK, I can't take the stress. I'll just have to go ~~hunt down some naked Ewan MacGregor to relax~~ drink some soothing herbal tea. Anybody have some ~~URLs~~ blend suggestions?
I hate QuickLaw.