Oh, nice!

There's something about the word "Yonkers" that's just innately funny.

Congratulations!

No, no, she's from Yonkers, I'm quite certain.

(I'm kidding!)

And when they was no meat we ate fowl, and when they was no fowl we ate crawdad, and when they was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.

(Did you know that Holly Hunter is actually from Yonkers, and learned to take a Southern accent to make herself stand out?)

As the librarian at Miskatonic University, I don't *want* to check out the ancient tomes of forbidden lore to every Tom, Dick, and Whateley who comes up to the reference desk, and I certainly warn them not to delve too deep into anything written in Aklo, but I'm powerless against a library card.

Yeah. In 30 days he's done with high school. *sob*

a picture of my five-year-old son sitting in a patch of bluebells.

where does the time go

Good. And good for you.

The white man starts telling me his problem(s).

I do not look at the white man, I simply put my hand up, face out, level with his face, and say "I'M HELPING SOMEONE ELSE RIGHT NOW I WILL HELP YOU WHEN I AM FINISHED HERE" and then I continue helping the first person.

Very, very satisfying.

I get entirely too much pleasure when the following scenario takes place, as it does every couple of days:

I am at the reference desk helping someone--usually a PoC or woman or both.

A white man--and it is *always* a white man--interrupts me while I'm talking to the other person.

Doing a lot of this for my Mesopotamian game, definitely.

I might actually listen to Draymond Green's podcast if that happened.

“You set the rough music on me, didn’t ya?” She sighed. “No one controls the music, Mr. Petty—you know that. It just turns up when people have had enough. No one knows where it starts. People look around, and catch one another’s eye, and give each other a little nod, and other people see that. Other people catch their eye and so, very slowly, the music starts and somebody picks up a spoon and bangs it on a plate, and then somebody else bangs a jug on the table and boots start to stamp on the floor, louder and louder. It is the sound of anger; it is the sound of people who have had enough. Do you want to face the music?”

No reason for remembering this quote from I Shall Wear Midnight. Nope, no reason at all.

(turning "rough music" into a power in my game)

Seeing speculation online that the Warriors should replace Steve Kerr with Doc Rivers.

Oh, how I hope they do that. That would be the single most hilarious moment in Association history, if not global sports history.

Thematically, it's perfect for the Trump years as well.

Same here!

Even today, all these years later, just the feel of boiled spinach in my mouth makes me want to gag.

foods with spices in them.

She was pretty great, my mom.

the 1960s & 1970s & into the 1980s, and then--with no input from anyone, as far as I know--adopted a pretty hardcore version of feminism, started reading folks like Carol Gilligan and ended up with folks like Audre Lorde and Judith Butler, forgave herself for getting big, and began making

I'm hesitant to say I'm "proud" of my mom, because I always feel like saying you're proud of someone implies a kind of claim to responsibility for whatever the person has done...but my grew up in the Depression, became a big woman after my brother was born, cooked boiled everything meals through

Remember, "torment" also means "an engine of war worked by torsion, for hurling stones, darts, or other missiles."

Just in case you don't have any ideas for how to torment him.

Looking forward to reading your reactions to it!

"Beef stew" boiled until everything tastes quite vaguely of salt. Boiled spinach, again vaguely tasting of salt. Boiled root vegetables, again etc. Boiled everything.

God bless my mom, she changed after I left home and did things differently & better.

What a great book!

My son's friends are the ones doing most of the suggesting. I'm just glad they have good taste! But my son trusts my taste as well and will take suggestions from me, too. Audition was mine.

Hahaha

Hong Kong Fooey. I can fix him!

More films the boy is going to see for the first time: Sunset Blvd, Audition, Election, The Thing (1982).

I'm *really* impressed with this book. Going to see what else they make!

He got to play on the computer, watch YT videos, and do stuff with me and his mom all day, every day. Not being able to go to school was hard on him, but having us there all the time was something he enjoyed a lot.

He was 12, though. At 4 years old...that would have been very hard.

I do not! But now I'm curious.