Friday, January 17, 2003

Sometimes, in yoga, when Carrie has us visualize being pulled in different directions, or suspended from someplace, I guess maybe the land of ki, above and below and all around, I envision myself surrounded by the Spanish inquisition, being drawn and quartered, as my spine releases. Or whatever limbs are stretching into the ether. Fortunately, or not, my torturers are John Cleese or Michael Palin. Which makes me giggle more than a little, inside my inner belly, where no one else can hear. 10:13:06 AM

The Carton household is a minefield of semi-sentient electronic baby toys. No wonder so many children today have anxiety and hyperactivity. If I have one more motion sensing toy sing its little electronic song to me as I'm trying to find my coat and keys in the dark, I may have to start taking ritalin myself. Tonight, during the game session, Eric, Dana, Jans, Tim and Eric all sang the Smurf song in unison as they were wandering down a long cave tunnel. Which resulted in a long discussion over whether or not Smurfette was indeed a real female Smurf, or a cross dresser. Eric pointed out that Gargamal created Smurfette to trap Smurfs, and was indeed a real, if initially evil, female Smurf. I'd be interested to know if the 10% or so of the Smurf population who weren't taken in by her wiles saved the colony. Free Mickey! 1:04:55 AM