how YOU doin'

When I was 15, I guess, was when I was all eagerness for fandom interaction - before this our family computer was too old, pre-Windows 95, to make browsing the internet at all practical - but before I discovered fandom. I discovered NSYNC het Mary Sues later that year, and NSYNC and Star Trek slash shortly thereafter, but first I spent a good six months channelling all my fandom activity onto a message board site called The Virtual Fridge, where simple programs allowed you to create and then share magnetic poetry using clickable images of the word tiles. This was pretty much congruent with my Obligatory Stint in Writing Shitty Teenaged Emo Poetry, although I think the magnetic ones tend to be both less painful (because of the word pool being restricted) and more nonsensical (same reason).

This trip down memory lane brought to you by Wax's cousin getting a set of movie quotes refrigerator magnets for her birthday the other day.

Anyway, it's been a long, long weekend. After a 40-hour week frequently missing the standard 15-minute breaks (because my job description involves scheduling them myself, but my personality is such that when I hear screams, crying, or shouts for help, I tend to leap up and go see what the problem is - and the daycare is kind of short-staffed, anyway, so the odds are good that another staffer doesn't have the time to stop the problem), I was feeling socially over-stimulated (socially anxious introvert, here!) and wanting a few days in a blanket fort with non-stop cups of tea and comfort reading, but instead I got a trip out of town with all four of Brother Windows's children and my neurotic and newly incontinent dog for Mother Outlaw's birthday. It was very enjoyable except when there was an unscheduled stop in for the cousin's birthday at the house of the cousin's father, filled up with his relatives, including a couple of women who were dead ringers for members of the Swedish Finn Junior League, going by their hideous fussy cardigans and mumsy high-waisted polyester pants, and some old granny with one of those horrifically wrinkled leathery faces with neon pink and blue makeup lying over the folds like oil paint. *shudder*

So... here's "The Answer" by Vittorio Reggianini.

kids say the darnedest things

Carmela: I go to music daycare!
Some Old Granny: You know, my grandkids used to go to music daycare, too.
Carmela [pityingly]: Yes, but not the same one.
SOG: Oh, no. This was a while ago, and it was in Ekenäs.
Carmela [lightbulb]: Martin and Leena live in Ekenäs!
cimness: Yes, Carmela, and we're in Ekenäs right now.
SOG: So, when Martin and Leena's baby is born, maybe it will go to music daycare in Ekenäs, huh?
Carmela [tolerantly]: Maybe - we'll have to see.
SOG: Ahem - that's right, of course, we can't know for certain.