tee hee

three things...

Emily rolled over from her back to her front then from her front to her back.

She's rolling around in circles now and sliding along on her stomach.


second thing

Teatime has finally thrashed his collar. James is going to pick up our boatload of kitty food and litter we get every 2 months (1 bag dry, 3 cases small wet food, 2 40 lb bags of litter) and I asked him to get Mr. Teatime a new collar. James asked what it should look like and I said---"either leather daddy gay or English Professor Gay." Tee hee.

I am really missing the queerness of SF. That was always one of the best parts.

Third thing.

We're just really busy and tired. Emily is cranky a lot now with all the stuff she's learning and she has to be watched so she doesn't hurt herself in all this advanced wiggly business. James has been working well into the night with difficult clients too.

why I'm scared of chickens

On Sat, Jul 27, 2002 at 09:50:58AM -0500, Hideous Mooing Cyborg Boy wrote:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&node=&contentId=A36816-2002Jul7¬Found=true

Then my darling husband replied:

They laughed at the International Association of Mad Scientists. Laughed
at me and my robotic chicken designs. They said that chickens do not
inspire terror, they do not strike from mountain citidels or underground
lairs and are not clearly the the tools of science.

One by one they have stopped laughing. They wake in the night fearing
the scratch of little yellow feet. At least, those of my colleagues who
have not mysteriously disappeared. But perhaps they wake in fear still.
Wake in some abandoned industrial complex, held captive by the very
automata they once scorned.

The future watches us with a beady unblinking eye.

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Yes, Em is growing up with some interesting stories. She won't be scared of the monsters under the bed--we know those are friendly--but the chickens...OH GOD
The chickens............