Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Oh lordy.

(with thanks to Glinner and George Good.)

Post-it Note slinky fun! (as seen at You 2.0)

I stumbled across The Midwest Teen Sex Show thanks to Kit of Words, Words, Words. It's a laugh-out-loud sex advice video show with a postive message and a fun way of presenting it. I particularly enjoyed episodes 17 (The Penis) and 19 (Orgasms).

"Parents remember happier, healthier teens mean fewer school shootings, so if you hear son or daughter rubbing one out, do your part to stop the violence and go fold some towels."

I love this idea. In short, modulating the variations in Cepheid luminosity could serve as an extra-galactic telegraph. Best line from the abstract: "One can construct many scenarios wherein it would be desirable for such a civilization of star ticklers to transmit data to anyone else within viewing range."

Damn, I want to read science fiction about star ticklers.

Today sammywol and I were in the kitchen with BB at 6pm. The back door was open and we clearly heard the church bells ringing the hour. Bong! spoke the bells, and then in a little voice, Nang! said BB.

Nang, nang, nang! The three of us stood in the kitchen giggling and impersonating church bells. Big smiles all round.

We're watching a re-run of "Long Way Round", Ewan McGregor and Charlie Boorman's travel documentary, where Ewan gets a face full of petrol and has to go to a Ukrainian hospital to have his eyes checked.

Then they show the poor guy being examined and then show the eye chart he has to look at.

I doubt McGregor knows much Cyrillic.

puritybrown has a lovely post on 'things you don't know about Ireland. I saw it first at my lovely wife's LJ, where she had picked it up from irishkate.

I suppose that round of gossip-like spreading of the meme says something about Ireland too.

And I still think it's funny to try and convince USAn tourists that leprechaun is pronounced lePROOshun.

Curse you mizkit! One mention of Joseph Delaney's The Spook's Apprentice last night and sammywol bought a copy this morning after we dropped Rowan off to her first day of school. My wife is now missing, replaced by a reader.

I was washing Oscar just now and saying to Sam how much more coordinated he's become. As if to demonstrate he swung his little hands around and grasped my forearm firmly, with a little cry of triumph.

This turned to a wail as he stuff the nearest part of my arm into his mouth and got a gobful of hairy wrist. Can't win them all, clearly.

sammywol was changing Oscar's nappy just now and I bent over him on the changing mat and rubbed noses. He responded with some direct attention and then latched onto my nose. That's not a nipple, boy!

I wonder if I've given a complex.

Rowan was swashbuckling on the stairs with a sword made from one of those
long balloon animal balloons. Sam had fashioned the sword. All those years
in the circus must have paid off.

Rowan stabbed through the bannisters. "I stab my pink sword in the witch's
hole!"

Luckily we got Sam oxygen before brain damage set in.