Summer is drawing to a close, although I am sticking to my clothing rule of "summer is not over until it snows." I persist in wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
I bought and played the new-ish computer game, Spore. It was cute, but overall it was a big letdown for a "serious" gamer like me. #1 Daughter loves it, though. We're both excited about the potential for "The Sims 3," as if I needed any additional incentive to sit on my ass in front of a computer.
I took the kids to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival, where they (after hours of trudging around searching for her) got to hang out with Twig the fairy:
Cute kids. I was really dreading taking the kids that day...I am not the world's most patient parent, and the 45-minutes-each-way drive along with the have-SCA-nerds-accost-me were really weighing heavy on my mind. But it turned out to be just fine...my kids are really well-behaved (in spite of how often it seems to me like they're totally out of control) and we enjoyed walking around the grounds, commenting on various anachronisms or which costumes we really liked.
Note to select Renaissance Fest attendees: I highly doubt that The Renaissance (or whatever time period you are imagining between, say, 1100 and 1700) was as skanky as you think. I didn't know there was such a thing as a Daisy Duke kilt. Maybe you are thinking of Renaissance Bratz (TM) dolls, or Sexy Milk Maid.
...and frog.
Now that I've worked up a good lather of curmudgeonliness, why stop? Here's something I just don't dig: Facebook. You get on there to find some old friend from college, and suddenly everyone in your high school yearbook is your "friend." Of course, I made the mistake of accepting the friend requests of a bunch of people that, as stated, merely passed the was-in-my-graduating-class test of "friendship." I guess this kind of bitchy attitude is what made me so popular back then.
Looks like we may be skipping Mexico this winter...which makes me sad. Still, this is supposed to be our year of reducing debt, and I just don't see how to swing it this time around. Especially with all the extra time I've had to spend filling sandbags and pouring bullet molds to prepare for the upcoming collapse of the social order (note to FBI/NSA/ATF/etc: THESE ARE THE JOKES!).
Which reminds me of one last rant: I didn't think it was possible, but I'm even more pissed at W! He (and of course I mean this in the Harry S. Truman "the buck stops here" sense, since I don't think he's really capable of succeeding at anything) has successfully run Our Great Nation into the ground. Mark my words: if McCain wins, we are outta here. "It was a nice Democratic Experiment while it lasted, but adios, mofos! See you at the apocalypse!"
Garumph!
