<em>Maaaybe</em> a Five Year Old...

I've taken to hiding my shampoo whenever Kelly takes a shower. She uses it as body soap, and has on one occasion gone through half a bottle of Prell in one session. So I leave her shampoo in there, and a bar of soap, for if she's feeling adventurous.

So tonight she's showering, taking her sweet time and pouring all the hot water down the drain (Jean is somehow puzzled at how high our gas bills are), but otherwise doing her business. I in the meantime am in the den reading Slashdot . Eventually, she climbs out of the tub, and I go in to check on her. The tub is full of water. Soapy, murky, kinda cloudy water.

Kelly saw me looking at this mess and asked me "why isn't the water going down?"

"I don't know. Something must be clogging it. I guess I'll have to use the plunger." I speculated that it'd just reached it's threshold of Kelly hair and needed loosening. Then I noticed that the soap tray was empty. "Kelly, what happened to the new bar of Ivory soap I had there?"

"I used it to wash myself."

"All of it?"

"Yes. Some of it I used to wash my hair, and then I washed my body, and under my nails..."

By this time I'd reached for the plunger and given a few good yanks on the handle. Many pea-sized fragments of soap came shooting out. Ugh. She'd basically destroyed an entire bar of soap, and most of it was lodged in the drain. I was thinking back to when this sort of thing was more common, when Kelly could take care of herself a little, and that was when she was five!

So I gave her a lecture in a calm voice while trying to get chunks of soap out of the tub, but I was thinking to myself, 'where did that come from?' Jean has a theory that whenever Kelly is about to undergo a cognitive 'spurt', she first regresses a little, acting more immature for a few days or a week, then bam!, one morning she wakes up and we get a girl who's a year older. Well, I'm looking forward to this next leap!

Expanding Music Front

I don't know if the deal Apple cut with CDBaby is responsible for this, but nearly eight months after I bought Supermodifed from Amazon, it's available on the iTunes Music Store, along with several other Amon Tobin albums. They've also added Death Cab for Cutie and Dntel, though these might be more of a followup on the inclusion of The Postal Service, which is a side-work band for the leaders of Death Cab and Dntel.

Anyway, I'll be trying a few more probes to see how large my miss rate is now. Used to be 70-80%, without even trying. Now? I'll let you know.

Movies Galore

Jean rented a couple of movies this weekend, one of which she watched alone as I'd seen it in the theatre. This was Lost In Translation, which I liked quite a bit. Jean wasn't so impressed, liking Bill Murray's role, but saying "I'm glad I rented it instead of seeing it in the theatre."

Jean and I both watched Bowling for Columbine, Michael Moore's movie about the Columbine High School shootings and what might have led to them. My verdict, the movie is about 30% documentary, and 70% editorial. Moore can be funny, but his attempt to play deadpan comic to people he is harrassing just annoys me. Still in all, I found the movie interesting and was surprised in a couple of places.

Finally, I managed to squeeze in Returner, watching it in chunks over the course of Sunday on my computer. I can see how some say it's a mixed bag, and it is surely inspired by a raft of other sci-fi movies, a large number of them Hollywood blockbusters. But I still think it is it's own movie, and for me it was definitely worth watching. I want my buds to watch it too, but they weren't all that impressed with Versus, another movie I liked quite a lot, while acknowledging that it too had flaws.

So Kylanath, I agree this is a fun movie, but I need you to push Tom to watch it, or he won't believe me!

Bingo

Yesterday evening was Family Fun Night at Bridgeport School, and Kelly wanted me to take her. We played checkers, and I beat her, so we decided to go play Bingo. I played along gamely, but couldn't help but comment on the blatant innumeracy displayed.

Several times they called numbers which could not exist, such as N-57, or B-32. Really. Later, they had a game of Four Corners, where you only need to fill the four squares in the corners to win. They doggedly announced every number, including those in the I, N and G columns.

They also had a Capital H game, where the cross bar ran across the middle of the Bingo sheet. They announced all the N numbers. Kinda strange, as the middle square is the only N square you need, and it's the 'free' square, with no number.

Okay, they were kids, but older than Kelly. When Kelly gets to that age, if she makes those kind of mistakes, I'm sending her to cram school!

Yeah, since you ask, we had fun!

Subdefectives Strike Back

Got a new chore this weekend. Figure out how to replace a mangled mailbox. Some idjit blew ours up in the middle of the night. The force was enough to mangle the mounting bracket below the box as well, so it's not as simple as screwing in another. Hope the idjit blows a hand off. Not really, but bleh...

Later...

Wait a minute, this happened just a couple of days after I 'cancelled' that Xbox magazine subscription! Coincidence? I think not!

<em>Somebody's</em> Evil...

I got home from work last night to find a mail from Official Xbox Magazine. I registered my Xbox, so I thought, "okay, here comes the spam." But when I opened it, it was a bill! Not a subscription offer, but an unambiguous bill. "Thank you for your subscription to the Official Xbox Magazine. Your first issue is in the mail. Please render payment to..."

Well, this stinks. I know I didn't subscribe. I deliberately threw that blow-in card into the trash, and it didn't have my name or address on it. So I look in the mail and find the website, go there, and find no way to cancel the subscription. I do find a nice, prominent link to pay after I enter the serial number in the letter. No way, Jose.

So I look again, and find a phone number. I call it, get a recording. The gist is, "if you are calling about problems with our subscription, please go to our website and use the convenient links." I know already how convenient these are, so I wait. After this dismissive message, the phone begins to play Muzak. I'm supposed to think there's nothing more and hang up. I don't.

After ten or fifteen seconds of this nobody's-home-I'm-in-the-shower dodge, another recorded voice comes on: "if you do not have access to the Internet and would like to blah blah blah, press 1." So I do, and almost immediately I get a real live person. "May I have your area code please?"

After all the preliminaries, she asks "how may I help you?"

"I received a bill for your magazine, but I didn't subscribe."

A pause, almost imperceptible, but there. Then, "I'm sorry for the mixup sir, I'll cancel your subscription. The April issue is already mailed, you may keep that, and ignore any further billings." That last part about further billings sounds ominous, but I'll deal with that if they get nasty later. I hung up.

Point is, she was expecting callers who wanted to cancel subscriptions they didn't ask for! This damn magazine is autosubscribing anyone who registers their Xbox and assuming that some folks will just shrug and pay up. That's damned unethical, and slimy to boot! Almost makes me regret buying the Xbox (if not for Baldur's Gate ).

Kelly Day

Jean had classes all day today, and my workplace was closed for Presidents' Day, so I stayed home with Kelly. Or rather, I ran around with Kelly. We started the morning by making waffles together. Kelly wanted to try the yeasted waffle recipe in Cook's Illustrated, but I felt we lacked the preparations, so we did the simple kind.

Later we went shopping for some stuff we forgot this weekend. Kelly brought a bunch of dollar coins, and dropped $4 on the claw machine, trying to get a toy. In the end, she spent another $5 buying herself a stuffed dog from the toy department. Then she tried to shame me into buying her some more stuff. "Pay me back the money you owe me and we'll talk." She didn't like that.

We came home and played a little Baldur's Gate, then we went off to see Triplets of Belleville. Man that is one fun movie. I think the creator is from Quebec, but it had a real European feel to it. I learned a lesson with this one. I tried last night to describe the premise of the film to Kelly, so she'd come with me and I could see it. She was turned off and wanted nothing to do with it. Then I found a trailer on the web, and she watched it and decided that she really wanted to see the movie.

It was touch and go if she'd be able to sit through all the slower and unconventional stuff, but there were enough cute spots that she sat through it, and she said she liked it. I'm just glad I got a chance to see it, since usually the chain here doesn't bring foreign or indie stuff to the burbs.

We came home for a snack, then we took off for my workplace to use the gym. Kelly and I both got a good workout. Then we went to Fry's so I could pick up a copy of the U.S. release of Returner, and headed home. More Baldur's Gate, and finally Jean got home.

Kelly and I treated Jean by making a recipe for pork chops we got out of Cook's Illustrated, which turned out loverly, thanks. The evening wound down to a routine finish, and as I put Kelly to bed a little while ago, she said "this was a really good day." I told her I thought so too.