All that is missing is waffles. In addition to beer and fried chicken and beer, they're also having "discounts on all chicken/fowl themed wares," this Friday evening at Fancy + Pants:
They occasionally make me feel like I'm living in a grim, post-apocalyptic future:
Everybody knows zombies go on holiday in June. And don't even try to trade gasoline with the Storm Worm gang. They'll double-cross you every time.
We get Parenting magazine, thanks to an unnamed relative accidentally signing us up at some store, and you know what their tagline is? You know, for *parents*, who like to *parent*? It's "What Matters to Moms." I love the constant assumption that w/r/t to my kid, I'm either down at my full-time job at McMahon & Tate or asleep on the couch Andy Capp-style. Or maybe having some ice-cold bourbon while waiting for dinner. (Okay, that last one is probably dead-on. Execpt then I go make the dinner myself.)
I was reading a great child neurological-development book last night that HB had come across, about as close as you'll come to Dennett-ian detail specifically for kid brains, and in a section on "protoconversation" (one of Silas' most notable and cute recent accomplishments) they talk about how mothers mimicking their child's verbalizations helps them to develop an awareness of their own movements. It included this parenthetical aside: "Fathers are no doubt equally capable but have yet to be studied."
I just happened to check and we're right in the middle of the big salmon surge through the fish ladder at the locks. If you haven't gone, it's absolutely worthwhile, and it kind of looks like watching Piranha, except the piranha are much bigger and would taste good on a salt bagel with cream cheese and a slice of tomato. Plus you get to see the cool Army CoE accomplishment that is the locks.
[picture found on this nice blog]