Panic!

Oh man. I haven't even finished my coffee and in my email is a note from David Neiwert telling me he has answered my question about fascism. Of course, he has done so on a day when the blog has been neglected for a week. Ari is sitting in my lap asking about the killer whale, which is making it difficult for me to even read Neiwert's response, much less come up with some exciting new content for all the people who will click through today. Hello, people! I am a minor and often irregular blogger, but I am happy for you to have clicked through and hope you will come back some other time too. Should I link you to some of my best posts, in the hopes that you will read them and put my XML feed on your newsreader? Or is that just too job-interviewy-ish? Oh, I'm like, thirteen, and the cool kids just invited me to a party.

Speaking of the cool kids and being thirteen, my friend Alicia just loaned me the first disc in her DVD set of Freaks and Geeks, a show about high school in 1980 that ran for one season in 1999. I tried to get Max to watch it with me, but after 10 minutes he declared it way too depressing and got up to read about Vichy France on the Internets instead. The show is excellent, and I am completely hooked, but it is incredibly painful to watch. The main character walks around with a constantly pained expression on her face, and is unhappy pretty much whatever she is doing, and this reminds me so much of my own high school experience it makes me a little bit nauseated. I have some thoughts comparing the show to Buffy, but I should watch more than 3 episodes of it first.

Ari is demanding that we go look at his real saw now. (Yes, my three-year-old has a real saw. We keep it locked up in the tool closet in a tool chest with his hand drill and safety glasses. The idea is that eventually he will use these things to do woodworking projects -- with help and supervision, obviously. Right now, he mostly just likes to put on his safety glasses, take his saw out of its protective cardboard case, and hold it reverently.) So I have to go eat breakfast and finish my coffee so I am alert enough to supervise the handling of dangerous tools. Ta-ta for now, Internets, and I will be back later to write something relevant and incisive and very, very impressive.