Mrs TWC has better things to do this Sunday afternoon and is meeting friends at LA's 24th Street Theater, way far away in the big city (well, far from us anyway) to take in Sandra Tsing Loh's Mother On Fire. A few of you may recall that one of Sandra Tsing Loh's claims to eternal fame was getting the boot from an NPR station in LA for using the EFFFFF word on-air. Or maybe you read A Year In Van Nuys. Or, like TWC, maybe you ran across her in the Atlantic Monthly (pardon the archaic tendencies) where I saw this:
“…bemoan if you will the fact that as materialism—the shallowest of all the isms—marches across the globe, Berlin Walls crumble, imams fall, and indigenous cultures collapse. Wring your hands over the fact that golfers worldwide annually spend the equivalent of a small country’s GNP. But, perhaps if certain sand-trap spiritual leaders could develop a really good swing on the golf course of life, they wouldn’t be questing so damn hard in the name of a positively luxe afterlife and ruining tee time for the rest of us.”—Sandra Tsing Loh
Alyssa, Jennifer, & Mrs TWC will eat someplace swank like Versaille. Hope she brings me the doggie bag.
UPDATE: Cubano black beans and rice, roast garlic pork with onions, fried plantains, mmmmmm, all in a big doggie bag from Versaille. I love my wife.
Your Tax Dollars At Work:
And in the time it took you to read this so far the federal government spent more than my house is worth. Not to mention that your share, Gentle Reader, of the national debt is $132,000.00 and climbing.
That Son deconstructed an old fax machine to make some technology bombs (Disclaimer: the bombs were pretend). That was cool but then, in an amazing fit of brilliance he decided to plug the electric cord that was still attched to a circuit board into the wall outlet.
I thought he was kidding or that he got a little jolt from a capacitor or something. But no. He plugged it in and held the circuit board in his hand.
TWC: What the hell's a matter with you son?
Jake: I dunno.
TWC: Jake, electricity comes out of the wall, you plug the cord in, it has to go somewhere. What the hell were you thinking? I can't believe you're almost ten years old. Electricity can kill you. What were you thinking?
Jake: (eyes downcast) I dunno. It sure made me feel funny 'til I dropped it.
Then I threw in the obligatory tale of grandpa getting blown across the kitchen when he unwired a 220 water heater that some bonehead had direct wired, bypassing the box altogether. Dad never realized that shutting the electricity off was a meaningless gesture.
Big Sigh. Amazingly enough we mostly all seem to get grown up.
And in other news, occasional WC guest blogger, talented wielder of cooking utensils, and actual full time wine connoisseur, the Kosmik Kid is so old today that he can't even blow out the candles on his cake.
Oh, and former wunderkind Fernando chalked up another one yesterday but he can still fire up his own cigars. Poke a cigar in his mug, hand him a pair of Raybans and he's gonna clean your clock at the poker table (thanks for the visual Ben).