Announcing a hiatus is usually the surest way for me to start blogging.
Congrats, LB. We'll miss you here at the farm league, but we'll watch for your work at Political Animal.
I think 1 gets it pretty much right. I predict you'll be back by the end of the week.
Oh, I'll probably be back to posting sometime reasonably soon -- I just spent the morning thinking that I should really dig something up to post about, and this week/month/whatever I really don't need to feel guilty about anything else.
I ran out of things to say three years ago, and it hasn't stopped me. Come on, click on althouse or something.
Really, LB. I figured you'd be on this?
Yeah, see, I read that and could feel waves of not-giving-a-fuck waving over me. At which point trying to care about it sufficiently to post something about it seems silly.
See, that's what cute kid stories are for. When you get to the I-don't-give-a-fuck stage you fall back on your own selfish rich American issues, like "isn't my child brilliant" and "I love swimming."
I figure if I did any more cooing over my adorable children, mobs of irate blogreaders with pitchforks and torches would hunt me down and slaughter me. At least, in a decent world they would.
(I like reading about other people's adorable children; nattering on about my own more than I do already seems like an offense against God and man.)
Yeah, well, fuck those people.
Actually it's kind of amazing what an appetite there is for cute kid stories.
It's a tone thing -- bragging about the wonderfulness of your kids is obnoxious, as is putting them down as horrible little brats. You do a nice job of threading the needle between the two, but I always feel as though I'm falling off in one direction or the other.
I don't remember any of your horrible brat stories, LB.
Nah, you always manage to sound like you're slightly bemused by them, which is great.
Not, for the record, that I'm encouraging you to keep blogging. God knows I've been neglecting my own blog lately.
My grandnephew is way cuter than you guys' kids, and I only have to spend about 10 hours a week with him.
But you never write about him, so he doesn't exist.
any more cooing over my adorable children
What? You hardly bring them up at all.
Will you be blogging about the results of thaqt interview you mentioned a while ago?
Oh, sure. In fact, I just spoke to the relevant HR person and was assured that I am still under consideration, and should hear further in a week or two. I may suffer nerve damage in my fingers from keeping them crossed for too long, but what the hell.
LB, this is what the Chopper effect is for! Ask for vibes and ye shall receive them.
Ask for vibes and ye shall receive them.
If they don't come in the original packaging, though, be sure to sanitize them with alcohol before you use them.
You know, I was thinking of linking to what I got the last time I asked someone for vibes, but figured that would be crass. Luckily, you've got it covered.
Feel free to coo over my children.
At an Easter festival yesterday, my daughter decided to climb on stage with a local band and dance between the two guitarists.
Relatively cute until she started patting one of the guitarist's hand while he was playing. Fortunately, he was a good sport.
Coo away.
24: Coo coo.
My four year old also has the urge to touch people's hands when they are doing something interesting with them. It is like she wants to feel the power there.
25:
Oops I failed to mention that she is 15. Cute at 4, less so at 15.
I remembered that you had a 15 year old (with autism?) I just wasn't sure which child this was.
It was actually cute after the fact. During, I was too worried.
Of course, my daughter's actions guaranteed that I had to buy a couple of the band's cds.
Aw, I'm cooing.
My kids have decided it's warm enough to camp out tonight. I wonder how many of them will turn up in the middle of the night.
29: I predict all when be back in the house. But, good for them for trying.
Well, 2am and I just checked on them (and chucked another cover over them) before I finally go to bed - all fast asleep. We ran the electric hook-up out to the tent, so they've got a heater out there! They could probably stay out there for the next 6 months now ...
Enjoy the break, may your blog fu powers become great during your retreat to the distant mountaintop. Just don't pull a mighty reason man on us, eh?
electric hook up?!?!?! That is cheating!!!!
How many are out there?
Ha, yeah, I know, but I was worried about my babies freezing - it's not *that* warm yet. And it was easier to plug a lamp in than dig out camping lights. 4 of them (10 down to 4), and they didn't turn up until 8.45 this morning. I may never let them in the house again.
(We don't usually camp with hook-up, but sometimes it's handy - one cold wet week in May I was very glad we'd taken the tv and the Gamecube!)
Oh, and at the risk of explaining myself too much, we have the hook-up cable because we used to have a little campervan. Didn't buy it for tent camping.