Attack of the Cleaning Elf

Omaha came back from Portland this afternoon after going overnight to some minor academic thing on video gaming that probably didn't get as much press as it should (she thinks she might have been the only journalist there), with a tale to tell about the abuses of the TSA. By the time she'd gotten back I'd done five loads of laundry and cleaned the kitchen, although the floor still needs to be mopped.

We did the usual Costco thing. My cat is going through a neurosis because, with her front claws clipped, she can no longer clamber up onto the bed. Poor kitty.

Kouryou-chan ran around outside all day with the kids from next door. At one point, one of the children got a splinter in her finger. She thought it was a beesting because there were bees on the flowers, but no it was just a splinter. I put on my reading glasses and tugged at it with tweezers because her parents weren't about and the sixteen-year-old assigned to watch them didn't know what to do or how. I'm starting to notice that those kids are actually taking some moral cues from Omaha, and that's encouraging, if a little too little too late.

Mormon Fundamentalists vs. Connubial Queers!

I cannot help but wonder if it's frakking hilarious or deeply sad to read a group called "pro-polygamy.com" editorialize that "gay marriage cannot exist because marriage is defined as a union where the meeting of male and female genitalia is possible." But they do exist.

How strange!