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Icky.
I have this bizarre possibly stress reaction wherein my fingertips look like they're covered in drying glue. (There, I can put things /nicely/ without having to gross people out on a Monday.) So instead of registration I'm waiting for the doctor's office to open. (They open at 12 on Mondays, but they're open late.) Argh.
This week we have to take care of college registration, day care, this doctor's appointment, and hopefully also haircuts if we can find time with babysitter action. All by Wednesday, because we're leaving for Seattle Thursday morning.

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*brainwave*
Hey, janinedog? Can I convince you that you want to make about $40 and look after Sean for a morning this week (assuming xb95 is working, of course, and if he's not you're both welcome ...) Either Tuesday or Wednesday would be fine, or afternoons are good too if that's better for you, or evenings ... just some random couple of hours so tallin and I can go out and get clipped. *big puppy dog eyes*

And here's what's going on in the world beyond PDX ...

• QSleeper: for the nutcase that has everything. If this is a joke, I can't find any indication of same.
  
• Stuffed Ark, for cute plush everything (including Naked Mole Rats!)
  

And I recieved a nifty issue of 'Caravan' from shaharazad. Makes me want to go low-tech for a while and start up my own 'zine. This may pass, or it may come into something. Who knows?

What's up with that?

No, this is not directed at any one specific person. It's all over the place. It's a plague, and most recently a post in cooking finally drove me to say something. I mean, it's on COMMERCIALS now.

Why is the word 'hubby' considered to be fine, yet the word 'wifey' is considered condescending? 'Hubby' is all over the place; 'wifey' is not. It seems to be perfectly fine to call ones' husband 'hubby' and yet 'wifey' would probably get most guys slapped.

I think they're both condescending, personally. But that's just me.

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Cheap good quality t-shirts, in case hai_kah_uhk and shaharazad are still looking for good ones to do Minions T-shirts on ...
Anyone know how to do screenprinting? mamallama?

fear :: josh (crossposted to drabblemania)

Kennedy said 'we have nothing to fear but fear itself.' Oh, no, never mind. That was Roosevelt. Kennedy said 'Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.' I get them mixed up, sometimes. But I always liked that saying, about fear.

So did my mom. She was a die-hard democrat in a family of republicans that in some cases were so right wing they made Rush Limbaugh look positively liberal. My uncle Dan, for example - three hundred pounds of baby-seal-eating bigoted conservative right. I remember family reunions: my mom, who's five-three and about one-thirty soaking wet, would get into it with uncle Dan and she'd leap to her feet and jab her finger into his face like it was a legitimate form of punctuation. He just laughed it off - she was a woman, which meant in his mind she was really only good for making babies and lunch - but I remember. Mom went to Wellesley, she was captain of the debate team. And a hell of a lot smarter than uncle Dan.

He never scared me, but in retrospect he should have. My aunt Marian walked into so many doors when I was growing up I lost count. Probably because I was his favorite son - even though I wasn't, strictly speaking, his biological son. He had two little girls - Rachel and Kaylie - who were both younger than me. But he was big with manly men things. Watching ESPN and drinking beer and eating cheetos and trying to see how many multiples of his own weight he could bench press. Thinking about it now I can't believe I was so damned ignorant of the whole thing, the way he was and how twisted his thought processes were.

He would never have voted for Kennedy, of course, or FDR. Even though the whole family's Catholic. I guess religion doesn't always soothe political divisions. But my mom did. She saw him give his inaugural address and cried her eyes out.

Now that I think about it, she was always trying to tell me the same thing, that I had nothing to fear but fear itself.

The difference is that now I'm trying to listen.