Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Garfield Rules Mornings Around Here

Every morning, OC eats her breakfast while reading the comics page. She is like me that way, can't sit there with nothing to read. Talk to your family? BORING. Where's the cereal box? Pamphlet of famous Jewish athletes? ANYFRIGGINGTHING?

Today's Garfield was a particularly good one, so she shared it with me, saying, "Jim Davis does a good job of coming up with new ones."

Sometimes I'm even called in to explain a pop culture reference. Thank goodness I spent my youth reading Archie comics and other kinds of things that would render me useful to my child.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

More Kitteh

Milo and Dewey proving we adopted the right kittens.

Milo and Dewey are the new Milo and Otis.

Monday, April 25, 2011


How quickly do tiny balls of fluff...

...become predatory furballs?

Superbad is Milo's nickname (he's the orange one with The Face). Here's why that is his nickname: because he has the judgment inabilities of an adolescent wrapped with the fearlessness of a toddler, equipped with deadly weapons. He attacks anything that moves. That's bad news for the mice population within a certain radius of our house, but also bad news for our feet, sweatshirt drawstrings, wiggling fingers, or anything else we might be dumb enough to move when he's in the mood to play.

How can cute be so bad?

She lyz. See mah fayc? I iz gud.*

* No, he's not.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Bottoms Up

Nicholas Kristoff tells it brilliantly by example, that bottom-up movements achieve social change faster than pedantic and goody-two shoes campaigns. From Serbian dictator Slobodan Milosevic to teenage smoking, this is what works.

Friday, April 15, 2011

When the Debt Was Paid

The last time the U.S. had a zero debt balance, Andrew Jackson was president. It was 1835. Is debt good or bad? Is some debt good, but a lot of debt is bad? How much debt is too much? Does it depend on GDP?

I have my opinions. I don't know if they are the answers. Maybe they are. Perhaps the secret lies inside the brain of a 37-year old softball mom...

Read all about it.

Happy tax day.