Wednesday, August 04, 2004
you're not hallucinating
It's a new post! Hell has frozen over, the earth has cracked in two, and somewhere out there, [insert this week's overexposed stupid celebrity's name here] is insightfully discussing politics and/or religion!
I've renamed the book log: good english. If you don't get it, I don't want to know you anymore. Especially if you read the post that explains it and still don't get it.
We survived vacation. Well, it wasn't really a vacation; it was more of an endurance challenge. We were in Gatlinburg for most of the trip; two kids under five in a tacky tourist town full of candy shops -- kids, don't do it. Holy hell. This week marked the first time I've ever returned from a week off more exhausted than I was when I left.
The Aquarium was still awesome, though. It's a major tourist draw, so it's packed full of overtired shorts-wearers, but it's still a good time, especially if you have kids who like that sort of thing. (Oh, and lady who bumped into me and proceeded to act like I nibbled upon you: kiss my ass.)
I'd post more links, but hey, it's Gatlinburg. Either you think it's a redneck honeymoon spot and won't even speak its name without crossing yourself, or you've been there and know the layout of the streets as if they were your own.
I've renamed the book log: good english. If you don't get it, I don't want to know you anymore. Especially if you read the post that explains it and still don't get it.
We survived vacation. Well, it wasn't really a vacation; it was more of an endurance challenge. We were in Gatlinburg for most of the trip; two kids under five in a tacky tourist town full of candy shops -- kids, don't do it. Holy hell. This week marked the first time I've ever returned from a week off more exhausted than I was when I left.
The Aquarium was still awesome, though. It's a major tourist draw, so it's packed full of overtired shorts-wearers, but it's still a good time, especially if you have kids who like that sort of thing. (Oh, and lady who bumped into me and proceeded to act like I nibbled upon you: kiss my ass.)
I'd post more links, but hey, it's Gatlinburg. Either you think it's a redneck honeymoon spot and won't even speak its name without crossing yourself, or you've been there and know the layout of the streets as if they were your own.
