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  • In which I’m treated to a show at the coffee shop by some seriously embittered service workers

    On the way to a first birthday party, stop at a book store and find something that is not Winnie the Pooh or Beatrix Potter, of which ten copies will already likely be had. While Marty pays, my job is to grab two coffees. I order. The tables are full. Several pennies and a nickle…

  • The Child Experiments with being a Comedian, 2007

    I’m not a party person so this was an exceptional event for me. And I loved every minute. Marty and H.o.p. outdid themselves. And H.o.p. really did help. He went down to the studio with Marty in the afternoon and he washed grapes and cherries and trays and he laid out the grapes and cherries…

  • So just what branch are they under?

    Via Think Progress Bush claims he’s not part of the executive branch. Vice President Cheney has exempted his office from a presidential executive order designed to safeguard classified national security information by claiming that the Office of the Vice President is not an “entity within the executive branch.” Today the LA Times reveals that the…

  • And then…

    And then I’m supposed to take the separate purple answer sheet and circle A B C D on it what were H.o.p.’s answers, for our record and in case anything happens to the test in transit so we can send it in. And I am freaking out because many of the test answer arrangements aren’t…

  • And Then…

    And then, the CAT 5 finally done, standardized testing lows, and mediums, and the weird high at the end over (“I don’t want it to end!” said H.o.p.), I’m sitting here unwinding, watching Albert Brooks’ “Lost in America” while Marty and H.o.p. were out shopping for groceries and a few things at Ikea for the…

  • I shouldn’t have scheduled the CAT 5 standardized test for this week

    Alicublog today writes, The screaming fellow with the Bluetooth earpiece may not in fact be connected; he may in fact be screaming to himself, only using technology to conceal his madness from the world. Which I have the feeling is me most any given day of the week, though I enjoy it when ISPs like…

  • This is absurd

    Snippet of a conversation. H.o.p.: …a rusty old thing. Me: A rusty old bank????? Marty: A rusty old THANK. You’re still not Southern. I can’t believe I sometimes can’t understand what my own SON is saying because of his Southern accent.

  • “What did her friend think of me? Why did she make that face at me?”

    The Gargoyle Guards the Door on His Perch, 2007 H.o.p.’s questions on someone visiting the building, who made a face at him and sighed, it seems, with some contempt when she was passing and he was playing the gargoyle. I hadn’t noticed it but H.o.p. did and asked me about it several times. What I…

  • Hey, you! The ones who were properly, socially adjusted in school and think homeschoolers are "overly rugged individualists who lack the impulse or skills to mix in as collaborative members of everyday society!"

    I read that kids who win spelling bees Google their names like crazy. If that’s the case, to this year’s winner of the Scripps National Spelling Bee, Evan O’Dorney, congratulations! But I hope he never Googles this page and that his parents have some child filter on their computer because man I wouldn’t want Evan…

  • Arrrrgh, standardized testing

    I hate standardized testing. I loathe, loathe, loathe it. But GA requirements are that beginning with the 3rd year you must subject your child to a standardized test. Being eclectic homeschoolers (tossing in a good portion of unschooling philosophy) we do our homeschooling year round here, going at a rate that’s comfortable for H.o.p. Each…

  • Kiss Me Kate

    Several weeks ago at Lance Mannion’s there was a mention of The Taming of the Shrew and a pointing to Self Styled Siren’s review of “Kiss Me Kate”, the 1953 movie with Howard Keel and Kathryn Grayson. When I saw it was VIEW NOW at Netflix, I thought it might be fun to watch with…

  • When Worlds Collide (a plodding movie deserves a plodding blog, I guess)

    The credits to “When Worlds Collide” are backed by flames, lots of flames, then smoke, blue streams of it against black, looking suspiciously like lurking under the bottom of the screen are positioned a number of special effects techs puffing away on packs of Camels. And for some reason, don’t ask me why, I wonder…