My Crazy Kid

A quicky while I've still got a few minutes left on this crappy airport wi-fi.

The Geej has long enjoyed role-playing type play. She's had a variety of characters in the past--Lisa, Karla, and some mysterious creature named Norway come to mind. However, they were always just variations on a theme. Each one was an older "Mommy" character who (surprise!) worked where I work, was married to Daschel and had a baby named Sally. She is always dressed kind of fancy and wears high heeled shoes. She also likes talking on the cell phone and is harassed frequently by a very demanding boss.

But lately, she's added a new character to her repertoire. It's a little old grumpy man who walks with a cane and has a very distinctive voice and odd mannerisms.  And this past weekend, she came up with a name for him: Yuta (pronounced You-tah) Jones. Where did this come from? I have no idea. She'll just randomly yell, "Vote for Yuta Jones!" or, "Yuta Jones does not like potatoes!" in her weird little old man voice, and it just about kills me. She has dubbed me Cecil Jones, Yuta's brother. We live in a cabin in the woods, and she wants to write a movie about us.

Here's Yuta in action:


Seriously people?! I don't know where she gets it.

And then, there's this.

Let's say it's a glorious day in July. Warm, but not too hot. Not a cloud in the sky.

Let's say there's a street fair. It's big. Tens of thousands of people are attending. It stretches on for blocks with artists and food and music and people, people, people.

Let's say it was a long, wet, dreary spring. Longer and wetter than it ususally is. Even in Portland, Oregon.

And let's say, there's a funky gospel choir made up of at-risk African American youth in their white robes, singing loudly and joyfully about their Lord.

What would YOU do in this situation?

Well, here's what THIS guy did:



God bless the freaks.

What a FIND!!

People, you need to see what I found on YouTube:



In Longview, you get a real East Texas experience!!

Also, I need to know where I can buy those dolls at 6:19.

(Actually, the first video that comes up when you plug "Longview Texas" into the YouTube search box is this. I wonder why the "East Texas Experience" video doesn't mention "Hood Fights" as one of the hallmarks of the area.)

This moved me more than I can describe in words.

Please watch the whole thing.

"Tesla was the Electric Jesus."

Drunk History vol. 6 w/ John C. Reilly & Crispin Glover from John C Reilly

I've always loved learning about history.

Caution: Extreme Beauty Ahead

This is what most of our drive from Chattanooga, TN to Asheville, NC looked like--curvy roads, gorgeous, tree-covered mountains, and the Ocoee River to our right.

The Geej has started swimming lessons!

Yesterday was her first lesson, and we'll be going every Monday and Wednesday until the end of the month. And unlike my first swimming lesson, which was preceeded by a traumatic "chili bowl" haircut and during which I cried like a gigantic weenie, The Geej was excited, brave, and had a blast.

Well here, I'll let her tell you all about it, just like she told BH last night:


And the best part? After the lesson as we were riding home she said in a very self-satisfied tone: "I'm SO GLAD I know how to swim now!!"

I'm only doing this because I'm sick.

I don't know if it's the cedar in the air or what, but for the past 36 hours, I've been feeling progressively like a prominent member of the Undead Society. Coughing. Headache. Sneezing. Runny nose. Etc. Normally, "seasonal" and "environmental" allergies don't faze me. And this is saying something seeing as how I live in the Allergy Capital of the Freakin' World. (Does your local weather forecast include and "allergy forecast"? Because it does in Austin!) But maybe they ARE really getting to me for some reason. Or maybe I'm finally catching the bug that has been going around for about 6 weeks and has kicked the collective ASSES of friends, coworkers, and family around me. Who knows. Who cares. I just feel like hammered dogshit and want to feel better so BH and I can go out and have some fun tomorrow night. I mean, we have a babysitter, reservations, and everything!!

So in lieu of having the mental energy to create a REAL post, please entertain yourself with this video of one of my kittehs--Doug--playing fetch.


Enjoy!

Screw "Project Runway"! I want to watch "The Geej Fashion Breakdown"

"Baby with the action," indeed.