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my *brain* is deteriorating, anyway
Reading my FL is like watching the Weather Channel, but without Jim Cantore. :)
To add to the giant pile o' weather posts, I currently have wind, blue skies, and temps in the 60s. Before you get too jealous (or not, as I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doggiesushi, at least, is like a malamute and gets all frisky in cold weather), let me add that my day has also included a tired and moody toddler. His weather report would read "Tantrums and meltdowns for the majority of the day, with occasional patches of decent behavior, followed by a severe freakout just before naptime. DO NOT VENTURE INTO THE BEDROOM DURING NAPTIME! This is the eye of the storm and conditions may deteriorate without warning!"
On the other hand, I just bundled our phone, internet, and TV. I also upgraded our TV so that we'll have a DVR and BBC America! Plus a bunch of new kids' channels, one of which I think is all the preschool Nickelodeon shows without commercials. I hope it is. The Zweeb is pretty fond of Max and Ruby*, but I hate the commercials.
So now we just wait for Scott to authorize it and the Dish dudes to install it, and I can tape stuff again! Yay!
*Speaking of Max and Ruby, I know I am not alone when I wonder where the heck their parents are--seriously, they live in a house and you never see their parents. You see their Grandmother, who lives in another house, and you see other adults, but never Max and Ruby's parents. I thought it was a little weird when they decorated the Christmas tree without parents, but yesterday it got just ridiculous because Ruby was putting Max to bed for the night--with no parents! So now I'm constructing elaborate backstories in my head about how Mom and Dad died--they're rabbits, so maybe it was hunting season--and the kids are keeping it a secret to stay out of foster care. On my more cynical days, when Ruby is being seriously bossy, I imagine she killed them and the whole show is actually a re-make of that Twilight Zone episode where the little boy sends people he doesn't like to the cornfield, only Ruby turns them into her dolls ... I know, I'm going to hell. Or the cornfield!
To add to the giant pile o' weather posts, I currently have wind, blue skies, and temps in the 60s. Before you get too jealous (or not, as I know
doggiesushi, at least, is like a malamute and gets all frisky in cold weather), let me add that my day has also included a tired and moody toddler. His weather report would read "Tantrums and meltdowns for the majority of the day, with occasional patches of decent behavior, followed by a severe freakout just before naptime. DO NOT VENTURE INTO THE BEDROOM DURING NAPTIME! This is the eye of the storm and conditions may deteriorate without warning!"On the other hand, I just bundled our phone, internet, and TV. I also upgraded our TV so that we'll have a DVR and BBC America! Plus a bunch of new kids' channels, one of which I think is all the preschool Nickelodeon shows without commercials. I hope it is. The Zweeb is pretty fond of Max and Ruby*, but I hate the commercials.
So now we just wait for Scott to authorize it and the Dish dudes to install it, and I can tape stuff again! Yay!
*Speaking of Max and Ruby, I know I am not alone when I wonder where the heck their parents are--seriously, they live in a house and you never see their parents. You see their Grandmother, who lives in another house, and you see other adults, but never Max and Ruby's parents. I thought it was a little weird when they decorated the Christmas tree without parents, but yesterday it got just ridiculous because Ruby was putting Max to bed for the night--with no parents! So now I'm constructing elaborate backstories in my head about how Mom and Dad died--they're rabbits, so maybe it was hunting season--and the kids are keeping it a secret to stay out of foster care. On my more cynical days, when Ruby is being seriously bossy, I imagine she killed them and the whole show is actually a re-make of that Twilight Zone episode where the little boy sends people he doesn't like to the cornfield, only Ruby turns them into her dolls ... I know, I'm going to hell. Or the cornfield!