Spent a perfectly enjoyable evening tonight making dinner while the kids played with their websites. Then we ate that dinner. Then we sat and talked about my son’s recent scholastic milestone of sexual education (or, perhaps, sex education) and something called The Question Box in which the students put in anonymous questions which the teacher then answers.
I thought this might be a perfect opportunity for comedy and a little harmless academic terrorism, but Keeley beat me to it with “You could put one in that says ‘Why do I have both parts?'”
And then we laughed for twenty minutes.
Later, Keeley and I played Soul Calibur 3 and Find the Insurance Documents — neither of which was much fun as I lost at both. Then I stared at design mockups and tried to write a new website for Fusionary.
And somewhere in there I watched a couple of episodes of the X-files and once again thanked God (or whoever might be responsible) for Netflix.
I also spent a while clearing my throat experimentally and wondering if I was getting sick or if I was just being an hypchondriac.
Eventually, reluctantly, I went back to look at what I wrote last night and was pleased to find that while it was incredibly bad, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I remembered it being. And I had finished on a good line leading into a good sequence. All of which was helpful as I tried to kickstart things tonight.
While I wrote, Chesterton wandered around the house making “Mwwr” noises under his breath. I wondered if he was getting sick as well.
And then I wrote this. Then I went to bed.
And now I’m asleep.
(Sidenote Number One: Neil Gaiman has a new website up but, in all honesty, it seems like a newer, possibly nicer skin on the same thing as before — which is basically where he talks about eating sushi and writing things and making movies in L.A. and generally bragging about how cool it is to be Neil Gaiman (which it obviously is). But at least the usability has improved and he was kind enough to give me the title of this post.)
(Sidenote Number Two: And, yes, for those of you who have asked, it was a new poem.)