Kouryou-chan is NOT FUNNY.

Last night, after dropping omahas off at her weekly radio show, Kouryou-chan and I went to a bookstore to pick up a gift for a friend. While we were walking around inside the bookstore, she started to get rambunctious and tried to tackle me. While at less than 16Kg this isn't going to knock me over, it's a bit annoying, so I grabbed her hand and started playing tug-o-war with her. Suddenly she yells out "Help! My daddy is trying to kill me!" Shocked, I dropped her hand and she ran off giggling.

I can't believe she said that. She came running around a stack of books and looked at me. "You just wait until I tell your mother what you just said!" And off she ran, giggling once more.

Fortunately, nobody took her seriously. And we never did find that book.

Sigh

Anyway, after this we went home where I made our traditional Monday pasta dinner. I was lazy this time and used mostly leftovers; hey, someone's gotta eat them and that's what we label them for, right? Then, sadly, it was chore time, as I led her downstairs to clean up the terrible mess she had made.

She had gotten her hand on some of that old-style styrofoam, the kind made out of tiny beads of the stuff all compressed together, and had been chipping away at it for some time with a pencil. Omaha only learned about this disaster afetr Kouryou-chan came upstairs with her toe bleeding-- she had missed the styrofoam block and stabbed herself in the foot. Minor injury, taken care of. But now we had to clean it up, so she had to put away all of her toys and dolls in the playroom before I vacuumed up the place.

Then we went and made popcorn. She got a kick out of watching the test kernels pop in pot, and then helped pour in the rest. I did the shaking; she's still a little antsy around the stove top.

We went back downstairs and did her current jigsaw puzzle. She was upset that I didn't have another episode of either Stellvia or Kanon to watch, but the puzzle was good enough. That took most of the rest of the evening, but I had a lot of fun; better than yet another game of Chutes & Ladders. I got her into her pyjamas and read books to her (not merely bowdlerized but disemboweled editions of Peter Pan and Dumbo) when her mother came home. We fed the cat together (she enjoys doing that). She's started to brush her teeth for real rather than merely going through the motions, and I'm happy to see that, because it mean Omaha and I don't have to do it. Naturally, she resisted lights-out.

Janet, Spam, Biotech Success, Georgia Dooms Students

I was listening to the radio this morning and some pundit said that showing Janet's boob was an attempt by CBS and MTV to "excite the 19-to-49 year old male population that doesn't watch as much TV as it used to."

Give me a break. The "19-to-49 year old male population that doesn't watch as much TV as it used to" doesn't watch as much TV as it used because they're using the Internet, where naked boobs can be had at the click of mouse! Who do they think they're kidding? And if they really sold this routine that way, well, the "big three" networks are simply doomed.

And reading the foreign press, man, do we seem like the laughing stock of the planet. All up in arms over the momentary flash, but not so upset at kids swearing at an ugly car, horses farting in a woman's face, and a monkey telling a beautiful woman "Whaddya say we take this upstairs"?

What the NFL should have said.

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