Second Wind

Ever been so exhausted that you're the dead opposite of exhausted?

Been that kind of month.

You know, the thing is that I sometimes complain about how damned busy I am, how hard it is to keep up with everything, about the kids being kids and the rest of us being adults who come home from work tired and disinclined to enjoy their childhoods with them. I feel like I never have a free moment, that it's always movement, movement, ceaseless fucking movement!--but the complaint is deeper than that.

People weren't built to live this way.

This is a soapbox topic for me, so I'm going to have to hold off on the rest of the rant for the moment as sleep is essential. To be continued...

Struggling at the moment, with a lot of things...

And I'm still not sure how much of it I want to talk about. So we're on very temporary radio silence here until I finish thinking about it.

Also,  Accidental Verbosity is back up and running!

Blank

I don't have much of anything to say today because I have too much of everything to say today. The universe seems intent on kicking the shit out of me and mine, and while things are definitely looking up in some areas, they're downright fucking terrifying in others.

It's no doubt better policy to just go to bed at this point, but I'd just fucking *love* to rip the universe and some of its inhabitants new assholes right now.

Sometimes I fucking hate being an adult.

Song of the South

The movie may be long out of circulation, but most folks my age can at least sing Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah. Which my 5 year old just fussed at me for singing incorrectly, lol. In his kindergarten class yesterday they sang:
                                        Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, 
                                Here we are on our number two day.
                                Plenty of counting coming our way
                                Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay.

Which surprised and pleased me, because inoffensive song is inoffensive regardless of where it came from, so why not have fun with it?

Being scolded for getting the words "wrong" made me giggle, too.

Crazy day

Husband is at hospital for cardiac cath. I'm at another appt for myself. At least the kids are all in school. This shit would be unmanageable otherwise.

I'd play me some Darryl Worley but I think if someone told me right now, "sounds like life to me," I'd have a screaming fucking nervous breakdown.

New coaster at Magic Mountain

One of the things I miss about living in Central California is being in reasonable driving distance of so damned many things. Magic Mountain is totally on that list. Maybe someday I'll make it back to ride this thing...

(Via Instapundit)

Math

The Medicare Problem -- A Reminder

Romney:Bush::Obama:Obama

He's surpassed Jimmy Carter, now. I'd say that this robs the GOP of the chance to run against past Democratic presidents, but Obama will be one soon enough that it just might count.

Seems to me that no matter how much folks hate W,

trying to link Romney's policies to his probably isn't going to have much of an effect.

Bush was awful, but the whole argument that he was the one who screwed us all over? It's plain not going to fly. Nobody's interested at this point in how we got into this mess. What they're interested in is how to make things better again.

This is one of the things I find so fucking *galling* about Obama. He takes no responsibility for anything. His campaign sounds like a small whining child.. I don't want to hear about how it's the other guy's fault. Fact of the matter is, Obama made it worse. He made it a lot worse. A man--an ADULT--would stand up and say, "You know what? This isn't working. We need to do it differently, we need to do it better."

Also, arguing the the economy is growing isn't going to work all that well, unless the voters you're going after are the three people in America that think it's good when their paychecks shrink.

We'd have done better with an empty chair.

You know what I'm tired of?

Blogs that seem to consist solely of showing off the quality of the author's photography combined with almost no actual content. Well, unless it's a photography blog, in which case, rock on with your bad self and your awesome camera.

But some blogs that used to be awesome to read are little anymore but compendiums of pretty pictures of things that once upon a time might have had a substantive post along with them. Lots of cooking and craft blogs like that. I really don't care to see professional-quality pictures of the egg you're about to break into the  beautiful bowl that gets a picture of its own with a twee little story about finding your whisk at a market stall in Bangalore.

Some people seem to like that sort of thing, but it doesn't do a damned thing for me.

I've developed performance anxiety when it comes to blogging about knitting, because the only reasonably easy way to do that right now is to use my cellphone camera, which is not noted for it's picture quality despite supposedly possessing approximately eleventy-billion pixels. Makes me feel like the poor kid being mocked for his hand-me-down jeans, even if nobody says a word.