2005-05-30 21:27:33 UTC
make good hot dogs too. I remember David cackling "Soylent Green is
PEEEOPLE!" at random in San Francisco.
I have no respect for the people around me. I don't want to have
respect for them. Jonah says love and curiosity are the only real
things, but sometimes I feel brimful of antilove and anticuriosity. How
can he stand to be married to me?
Ariadne asked "why" for the first time yesterday. Milestone, snapshot,
scrapbook. Lots of my fellow middle aged housewives are into
scrapbooking and taking photos and "archiving" the "history" of their
All my relatives (and relatives in law) complain that I don't take
enough pictures of the girls. They're actually quite photogenic. Eris
has an almost uncanny resemblance to the Olsen twins. My grandmother
wants me to market them. "They could be models!"
Jonah and I have finished the parenting class the Department of Family
Services imposed on us. Jonah scored badly on the empathy part of the
final exam, which makes sense given that he also fails the Turing test.
But my oozing empathy and nurturing earthmotherness made up for his
abstruse Asperger's austerity. We were the only married couple in the
class and everyone said what a great dad Jonah was to bother with this
stuff, even if they never understood a word he said.
So we have defeated the government interventionists finally and now
embark on The Rest of Our Lives. I'm thirty as of a week ago. Whee.