2005-06-06
12:01 p.m.
Today I was singing �Camptown ladies sing this song, dooda dooda, camptown racetrack five miles long, all the dooda day� and The Boy covered his ears dramatically and said �DON�T SING THAT SONG!" I love that at three years old he has the good taste to hate it. I was singing the extended version too because I�ve watched Waiting For Guffman a lot. �We can run all night, we can run all day! Bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay.� Oh the boy was sad. Remember when you were little and you hated hearing your parents sing? My parents used to sing the air force song on car trips and my dad would do the harmony and they were very impressed with themselves.
Driving to work this morning David said �It seems really light.�
Me: That�s because it�s getting closer to June 21st.
D: What�s on June 21st?
Me: The summer solstice, duh.
D: Why would that affect how light the traffic is?
Me: Oh, I thought you were talking about it being light outside, like the sunlight.
D: Geez.
We watched The Yes Men last night. HIGHlarious. They were selling ridiculous ideas to fancy pants business leaders and world politics leaders and the leader people were just swallowing the stupid ideas like they were normal. Like, they pretended to represent the WTO and made a presentation about what the ideal business suit for a sweatshop manager would be. The business suit part broke away and underneath was a gold superhero suit with a huge inflatable phallus that had a tv monitor on it so you could supervise your sweatshop workers. The world leader people acted like they thought it was the best thing. Then they did a presentation where they would take human waste and turn it into McDonald�s hamburgers. The people loved it. Frightening.
Melissa ran a red light in Vancouver last week and they mailed her a ticket for $167, and also had pictures of her running it when it was red. How futuristic.
I like this.
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