Random stuff before lunchtime

So these Boy Scout leaders were killed in a freak accident during the Boy Scout Jamboree - some how their tent pole hit a powerline or something. The first thing I thought of (after the 'oh, how horrible') was 'Where are they camping that there are powerlines right over them?' I mean, doesn't one usually camp in the woods and stuff, places that are away from things like powerlines? That's the point, isn't it?

And apparently George Bush is scheduled to speak there. Probably to encourage the boys to exchange the blue uniforms with camoflague when they come of age.

Charlie was in Cub Scouts last year. I thought it would be good for him, but to tell the truth, it was all a bit to quasi-militaristic and made pacifist me rather uncomfortable. Oddly, our troop wasn't terribly organized, and it was a bit too much for Charlie, and he didn't want to do it this year. I would've done it if his friend was going to but his moms are against the Boy Scouts for reasons you can probably fathom.

For the record, Charlie had a lovely first day with his new minder. She took him to a park and bike riding, and bought him water ice.

And today she calls and tells me she has a dentist appointment tomorrow, and right when I'm thinking, 'Okay, I'll have to see if I can get someone to watch him' she says, 'So is it okay if my boyfriend stays with Charlie for an hour while I go to the dentist?'

She is a godsend. *touches wood, crosses fingers, and offers a sacrifice to whatever god is in charge of this sort of thing so this state of affairs will continue for a good long while*

Random stuff before lunchtime

So these Boy Scout leaders were killed in a freak accident during the Boy Scout Jamboree - some how their tent pole hit a powerline or something. The first thing I thought of (after the 'oh, how horrible') was 'Where are they camping that there are powerlines right over them?' I mean, doesn't one usually camp in the woods and stuff, places that are away from things like powerlines? That's the point, isn't it?

And apparently George Bush is scheduled to speak there. Probably to encourage the boys to exchange the blue uniforms with camoflague when they come of age.

Charlie was in Cub Scouts last year. I thought it would be good for him, but to tell the truth, it was all a bit to quasi-militaristic and made pacifist me rather uncomfortable. Oddly, our troop wasn't terribly organized, and it was a bit too much for Charlie, and he didn't want to do it this year. I would've done it if his friend was going to but his moms are against the Boy Scouts for reasons you can probably fathom.

For the record, Charlie had a lovely first day with his new minder. She took him to a park and bike riding, and bought him water ice.

And today she calls and tells me she has a dentist appointment tomorrow, and right when I'm thinking, 'Okay, I'll have to see if I can get someone to watch him' she says, 'So is it okay if my boyfriend stays with Charlie for an hour while I go to the dentist?'

She is a godsend. *touches wood, crosses fingers, and offers a sacrifice to whatever god is in charge of this sort of thing so this state of affairs will continue for a good long while*

Consider vampires...

We got our lovely fast computer back, and it only cost $80 for a new hard drive. So yay and stuff.

Charlie had a great 2nd day with the new minder - she took him to the pool, where he got to play with his best friend. I'm so pleased Charlie is finally having a real summer holiday.

The boyfriend played with Charlie in the pool, and is a lovely young man. Gonna be a teacher.

Anyway, I had a vampire dream last night, probably because I just read a Lauren K. Hamilton book about vampires, but it also occured to me that I dream of vampires when I'm feeling particularly overwhelmed. I think vampires symbolise to me the act of letting go, of having someone else be in control, in charge, and then I don't have to make any decisions. I was wondering if that was part of why they have such a lasting appeal to writers and movie makers and people who like to wear black alot.

It's really odd. Zombies aren't sexy at all. Werewolves, well, Lupin maybe, but over all they are either savage monsters or tragic figures. Ghosts are either scary or vengeful, or both, but never particularly sexy, but Vampires get all the girls. (or boys if you're Anne Rice)I think it does all come back to control, or losing control, which frankly is what sex is about in some ways.

What do you think?

Consider vampires...

We got our lovely fast computer back, and it only cost $80 for a new hard drive. So yay and stuff.

Charlie had a great 2nd day with the new minder - she took him to the pool, where he got to play with his best friend. I'm so pleased Charlie is finally having a real summer holiday.

The boyfriend played with Charlie in the pool, and is a lovely young man. Gonna be a teacher.

Anyway, I had a vampire dream last night, probably because I just read a Lauren K. Hamilton book about vampires, but it also occured to me that I dream of vampires when I'm feeling particularly overwhelmed. I think vampires symbolise to me the act of letting go, of having someone else be in control, in charge, and then I don't have to make any decisions. I was wondering if that was part of why they have such a lasting appeal to writers and movie makers and people who like to wear black alot.

It's really odd. Zombies aren't sexy at all. Werewolves, well, Lupin maybe, but over all they are either savage monsters or tragic figures. Ghosts are either scary or vengeful, or both, but never particularly sexy, but Vampires get all the girls. (or boys if you're Anne Rice)I think it does all come back to control, or losing control, which frankly is what sex is about in some ways.

What do you think?