I cannot decide, I really can't. I would have to make sure the machine can make multiple stops. Freddie Mercury and Jeff Buckley.

Some days I wonder if I should have learned French instead of Swedish. Not often, though. Just, for instance, like today, listening to Jeff Buckley, live from the Bataclan. (BTW, if you don't have this one -- only 4 songs, but every one of them long -- you should so get it because his vocal talents when he sang live were more amazing than in the studio.) And it is cool to hear the French crowd singing beautifully along to "Hallelujah." But anyway, he sang "Je nen cannais pas la fin" -- and I have no clue what that means, but when he started the song off, the crowd went crazy. He sang another few lines and they went crazier. Would love to know what he said. Or perhaps it was not the words per se, but how he sang them?

Wouldn't you know it? Zombie apocalypse happened last night. We were trying so hard to get to the electric company when we were ambushed by that electric company truck... and then we went to the trailer I grew up in to use the only phone still working, and of course, Craig disappeared while Sir Dynamo, Suki, and I jumped in one of my old Matchbox cars and took off. Was a much better ride than the school bus earlier that we rode to Camp Gaea where it all began.

So, you come across E-bay wins every now and then where the seller gives you more than you bid on. My dress came in the mail yesterday (and looks just as beautiful as the pictures, although I have nowhere near the cleavage it really wants to be happy on a person) along with a maternity shirt, a billfold-clutch that matches the dress (kinda -- right colors, but it is goldish hearts on black leather), and a bra. The clutch is ugly, but I'm sure it will sell in a garage sale some day. The shirt is not great either, and I have as of yet to try it on to see if it even fits (I do believe that bit was just stuffed in for packing material, actually). The bra is a strapless underwire 38C. That is All Wrong for me, but it may be Just Right for someone I know. It is a nice bra, looks brand new, nude color. Can anyone use it?

Wow, did I need a good laugh. That was perhaps the funniest movie I've seen in a long time... I ♥ Huckabees.

I just battled on e-bay and won a $400 dress! Yippee! I paid $56, and it is brand new, with tags. Velvet, gold metallic embroidery... perfect for going to balls and such when pregnant. :-) ( Wanna see? )

I am getting together a care package for my friend who has now lived in Japan for almost 10 years, and they do not have eggnog in Japan. This is a freaking tragedy. I have seen canned shelf-stable eggnog (and have had some that was pretty good). This good canned eggnog, I cannot find, however. Do you know where I can buy canned eggnog? That you know tastes good?

Yesterday, druidevo and I had a lot of stuff to do in KC, so we tried lunch at a new place for us, Guadalajara Cafe on 103rd and State Line. Quite yummy salsa, and a lot of food for your money. I decided to try something new -- enchiladas nopal. I had never had cactus before. It was decent. The fresh pico de gallo on top of them was quite tasty. Not something I will run out and find to eat, but now I can say I've eaten cactus. I had indeed seen it in the grocery, but had no clue how to cook it! Now I know that I'll probably just pass on learning how. Decent, but not really decent. Although I've heard nopal is great for certain ailments.

For Semi-Family Reading (since druidevo isn't around for a good chunk of this one), we are reading Interworld by Neil Gaiman and Michael Reaves. If you are not familiar with it, it is a young adult novel about alternate universes and the people, called Walkers, that can go between them. There are two main opposing views -- the magical universes versus the scientific. In this spectrum of the multiverse, worlds fall all along the line, a good chunk close to the middle -- that's where our universe is, although leaning more towards scientific. Both these extreme factions are trying to make the multiverse their own, rule all the worlds as one or the other. Interworld (a bunch of Walkers that are actually all the same kid at various stages in life and evolutions depending on the universe) attempts to keep the balance. Pretty cool -- the good guys are in the middle, not on either side. I like that.

Anyway, if you have ever read Gaiman (why should I even be saying "if?"), you know he makes a million allusions to mythology, sci-fi, fantasy, classical literature, art... in this one, even pop culture. This book is certainly no exception -- told in first person, the kid is very well read, of course. Most of the allusions go right over Sir Dynamo's head, but last night, the kid in the story described a destruction that was like the falling of Sauron's tower. Sir Dynamo proudly lit up and cheered.

I was enjoying my potato and tofu casserole when I burped. I immediately said, "Excuse me." Then I thought, Who am I offending if I don't say that? So, a meaningless poll really:


Poll #1479897 Burping etiquette
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 15

When you are by yourself and you burb, do you say excuse me?

...doing the dishes licking the bowl afterwards.

Last night, the only night druidevo had off for real in these two days off scenario -- he works today on this day off -- we went to Worlds of Fun for their haunted riding and such. Sir Dynamo rode his first roller coaster, and then a few more, and some wild spinning rides and some somber car-type rides. druidevo hadn't been on those rides in a while, so he had a blast as well. I took pictures, which I don't have all loaded up yet.

And it was amusing watching the psychotic clowns chase screaming teenage girls. And to mess with the costumed people. druidevo called it "Faire Syndrome" -- a feeling like, Oh, there is someone in a costume. Do I know them? I should mess with them just in case I do. Even though, we couldn't possibly know any of the young people playing the parts. At one point, a woman began walking beside me -- she was dressed a bit like a Moulin Rouge dancer, but of course, a dead and rotting one. When I finally looked at her, she smiled a sadistic smile. I said, "Well, hello." She said kinda saucily, "Hi, there. How are you?" "Doing fine thanks." She saw that her act was not freaking me out so she said, "Well, thanks for coming out tonight and enjoy your night!"

We purposefully walked through the foggy spooky bit that said children under 14 would be advised not to go through. As we did, an escaped convict with a chained face mask growled in my ear. I looked at him and said, "That was rather sexy!" He ignored me... we kept walking. These scary dead guys would walk right up to Sir Dynamo and tower over him menacingly. He would just stare at them, waiting. They would quickly move on to teenage girls. SD was very disappointed that there were no moving skeletons.

But the pic of Sir Dynamo's first roller coaster ride: ( Under here )

Sir Dynamo is playing with Risk. Notice I say with. He is doing what I remember doing as a kid with the Clue board -- since no one will play the game with you, you make up your own "game" which is actually just make believe time in which you have to be all the characters. His armies are conquering Eurasia in a battle that resembles a mesh of Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and his own made up monsters. Although once I heard him yell something to his troops about a giant sand worm.

Looks like a few more days will be added to outage. That first week, druidevo worked 4 days, had 2 off as par the schedule -- and hasn't since. He works 5 on, 1 off. On that one day he has off, he of course does what anyone else would do if they worked 6 12-hour shifts a week with a 3 hour round trip commute every day -- he crashes. ( You may not want to see this )

And what did I see upon my grocery shopping excursion today in which they were out of my milk? EGGNOG! That curbed my frustration.

When druidevo was down at OK City, he stopped by the Science Museum gift shop and bought Sir Dynamo a wind turbine (fits on a soda bottle, lights up an LED light) and They Might Be Giants' Here Comes Science. We listened to it in the car all day Sunday. They are geniuses, let me tell you. Kids love their songs, and this album is very informative (hell, some college Freshman level science classes should listen to it). The music is of course, so catchy and the lyrics so clever that adults and children alike get the biggest kick out of their songs. Geniuses, really.

My favorite song on the album is "Why Does the Sun Really Shine?" Because, you know, in "Why Does the Sun Shine?" we learn that "the sun is a mass of incandescent gas." But in my favorite one there we learn that "The sun is a miasma/Of incandescent plasma/The sun's not simply made out of gas" and told to "Forget that song/They got it wrong/That thesis has been rendered invalid." And they wrote this one.

Not sarcastic at all. It really is nice that on October 31, we will be falling back in time. Seems appropriate somehow.

... so I can just go out and let the rain get it wet. But anyway, those questions floating about are ( under here )

Well, druidevo goes on his business trip today (despite what he said in his journal yesterday because they like changing things quickly during outage). He's leaving straight from work because he has to be there bright and early tomorrow morning. He'll be back Saturday, perhaps Sunday; he doesn't know until he gets down there and talks to them. Couldn't sleep last night... perhaps I'll try sleeping again tonight.