Sittin on the Porch, Enjoying Spring

 

13 and 1/2 hr work day, but it went very quickly. Extremely tired tho'. BTW, received word from the JS that my latest column will run in next week's paper.

Work went quickly today. Wrote a column and sent it on in the JS. Lisa's making stuffed green peppers, and we are both looking forward to a drink later . . .

Voting in the Primary

 We voted this morning, taking the home-sick-from-school Lulu with us. Lisa's ballot was inexplicably rejected by the machine, leaving the machine out of commission for a minute or so before she was handed a fresh ballot. Anyhow, I grabbed a sample ballot on the way out and per, tradition, took a pic of my choice for President. A few minutes later I saw LuLu erasing my choice.

What are you doing?" I asked. "Uh, doing it the *right* way," she said, promptly marking Obama's name. She also went through the ballot and marked every female name, up to and including Michelle Bachmann.

DWTS was fun to watch - except the bit involving Kate, who makes me look like Gene Kelly. Geesh. She's LOUSY. Anyhow, I voted for Buzz Aldrin ,soley because he's a certified American hero and a good joe. That ticked off Lisa, who feels his lack of ability violates the the spirt of the show. Plus she thinks he pimps the moon too often; but hey, that's his schtick. What's he supposed to sell, the new season of Chuck?

 As I work 13 hours tomorrow (and it's a Friday in Lent anyhow) I spent part of my paycheck in advance by taking the family out to Applebee's after work. The waitress sucked, the kids portions were sized for toddlers, and the kids were so rightfully bored with the long wait. Still, a dinner out is a dinner out, and Lisa walked the kids to the restaurant while I was driving home from work. The sight of my family walking and chatting together was heartwarming.

 Listening to 'Johnny Cash at Folsum Prison' before work. Great album.

Sacre Blue by Christopher Moore

 Today I finished reading "Sacre Bleu" by Christopher Moore. Per the terms I agreed to when I was given the electronic ARC, I am not allowed to comment on or review the novel until after its publication date. That is bull, esp. since the book was good and deserves some word of mouth advertising. But, c'est la vie. I will say there is a great, almost throw-away line in the book. When his young son asks him to explain the word 'rape', a father asks him if he remembers how he explained that he and his wife "make love". When the son responds that he does, the father says "Well, rape is making hate." Well said.

Melancholia

Last night we watched "Melancholia". It was beautifully filmed (the scene of the horses galloping in the fog was breathtaking) but the movie itself was so suffocatingly depressing that we texted a depressed friend to avoid it at all costs, and Lisa was blue for much of today. I don't know how to rate it. It was . . . different.

In yet another switcharoo, the Waukesha Freeman wrote to say my column should run tomorrow (Friday). It will also run Saturday, as scheduled, in the Milwaukee Post. Please pick up a copy - and note that the Freeman website is behind a pay wall so you won't be able to view it online (for free, that is).

Gussy

 

 Some disappointing news today: the Freeman wrote to tell me my column is in limbo, as they will not be the first paper to print it; that 'honor' belongs to the weekly Milwaukee Post which will publish it on Saturday. They may still run it Tuesday morning, on the day of the primary, but I wouldn't bet on it.

Books YaYa Read Recently

 In recent days YaYa has finished reading "Julie of the Wolves", "Babysitting is Dangerous" and (at my request) the wonderful "Ender's Game". She seconded my opinion of Orson Scott Card's signature work.

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins

I finished reading "Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins today. I'd heard this was the darkest of the three books (which it was) and that it 'ruined' the series (it didn't). SPOILERS: I would have preferred if Book 3 didn't devolve into a standard shoot 'em up, but I think the growing realization that the rebellion was just the old gov't in different clothing was an important and mature turn of events. I don't like Katniss' decision to host one final Hunger Games - b.s. is what that was - but I loved the climactic scene of Snow's scheduled execution. And that final exchange between her and Peeta "You love me - real or not real?" was perfect. Grade: B

 I had Smiley in my group today at the zoo - he is such a doll. So sweet and polite and kind. He used his $2 to buy an ice cream sandwich to share with two others. And wow, he knows so much about animals! It was fun to spend the day with him - Chris Pl-man

I Squish Your Head

 

My Nook

 

 Whoa - big news: I wrote a piece about Romney, but instead of sending it to the Journal-Sentinel I decided it was time to be bold and try to get my name better known around the state. I submitted it to two newspapers. Today, the response: both(!) wish to print it, and the editor of one *will contact the other* to see who gets dibs. Hot dog!

Update: The Waukesha Freeman has told me they'll be printing my column tomorrow *if* the smaller paper agreed to hold off running it until after the Freeman published. That was still up in the air as of a couple of hours ago, so . . . I may be in the Freeman tomorrow. Or not. Take a look in the morning and let me know one way or the other.

The Hunger Games

 I just got back from seeing "The Hunger Games". Wow. Seriously - wow. They could have raked in a fortune just by slapping something together on screen that loosely resembled the books. They could have, but they didn't. In every shot, in every scene, in every subtle adaptation from print to script, there is a respect for the source material. The best compliment? Absent the existence of the books, I still think this would rank as a damn fine movie. Well done. Grade: a solid, easy A.

Well after midnight I remembered I need to do a load of wash for school, so I was up til maybe 2 or 3. Somewhere in my exhaustion my inherent paranoia kicked in and I became certain, ab-sa-fing-lutely certain that someone had stolen my camera. It was not where I store it (but I often forget to put it there).

So do I calmly say to myself "You're cuckoo" and go to bed, or do I rip apart two different rooms at 2 in the morning, creating a debris pile the height of Mt. Suribachi? You know the answer.

Then, this AM, LuLu says to me: "Dad, do you mind if I borrow your camera for the zoo field trip?" After I explain that it has vanished, she responds. "Oh, well I wanted to charge the battery in case you said yes, so I took it out yesterday. It's in my backpack." @*&%\%#

The Rutgers Bully

I watched the 20/20 special on the Rutgers "bully" convicted of inspiring the suicide of his gay roommate.

Never mind that the facts fly in the face of the jury's decision, and that even Dan Savage has spoken in his defense. Or that the victim had actually written of the continuing depression inspired by his family's reaction to his coming out (a family that now, natch, claims to have supported him 100% gosh darn it).

The roommate is a jerk, but hardly a criminal.

Regardless, what strikes me as the most ludicrous bit is the NJ law on the books. You can be convicted of a hate crime if the victim 'feels' intimidated - EVEN IF it is proven in court that you had NO INTENT to intimidate. How is that remotely constitutional? Really??

Be careful in your comments on this post; you'd hate to make me feel bad and get tossed in jail on felony charges.

 Today's paper featured a letter to the editor defending my recent column.

The Hunger Games movie - and Junie almost burns the house down!

Last night Lisa woke up YaYa @ 11:15 pm and surprised her with the news that we'd bought tickets for the midnight premiere of the Hunger Games! They went together and had a blast, and even sat next to another STAA kid they saw there.

When they got home and woke me up it was a preview of 'Catching Fire' - YaYa saw smoke coming from LuLu and Junie's room. Sure enough, Junie had fallen asleep with her head sandwiching the desk lamp between the pillow and mattress.

Smoke was coming out, the pillow (Big Fat Kitty) was scorched and melted in bits, and Junie - she was oblivious. How my smoke detectors scream at a slightly overdone pizza but missed this is beyond me, but I'm very glad the ladies changed their minds and skipped a 3am ice cream run on the way home from the show.

 Today's paper featured a letter to the editor defending my recent column.

Catching Fire - The Hunger Games

I just finished reading "Catching Fire", the 2nd book in the Hunger Games trilogy. I liked it, but thought that a return trip to the arena was a predictable and somewhat lazy plot device. And enough with this Gale yahoo already, Katniss; sure, he's the best looking of the two in the film, but it's plain Peeta is the better man. Grade: B