Pull the years past the gate
My mother's actual birthday was celebrated with waffles in the morning and hamantashn in the afternoon and my niece arriving home from school in the middle. This year we baked only one batch of hamantashn because no one really wanted the oven on with the temperature hovering near 80° F, but in a minor miracle all of them came out three-cornered and intact except for the one that was a sort of croissant shape to begin with. My niece darted intermittently through the kitchen, marking each completed hamantash with cries of "It's a hat!" Mostly she wanted to get her scooter out of the garage and run around shrieking with the kids across the street, which she did until it was time for dinner. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch took pictures of me stalked by a mylar unicorn balloon (and a much nicer picture sitting on the bench at the bus stop). Everyone who hadn't been able to attend Friday's surprise party called to wish my mother a happy birthday. In the evening there was frozen custard. Have some utterly unrelated links.
1. Courtesy ofmoon_custafer: David Van Tieghem, "These Things Happen" (1984), described by OP as "like Laurie Anderson took the night off and asked Kyle MacLachlan to fill in for her." I would raise that by a factor of Buster Keaton. [edit] Record scratch: I saw him on TV as a child, performing "Ear to the Ground" (1981). I can't have seen it in thirty years at least. Man, I hope I went through a period of trying to drum on everything that wasn't nailed down—and some things that were—afterward.
2. Courtesy of XTerminal: two poems by Lindz McLeod.
3. On the Vulcan salute in a time of coronavirus.
I have a very early doctor's appointment tomorrow morning andspatch is not making it any easier for me to head to bed by tantalizingly playing The Sunshine Boys (1975) in the next room. "Pickle is funny. Cab is funny. Cockroach is funny—not if you get them, only if you say them."
spatch took pictures of me stalked by a mylar unicorn balloon (and a much nicer picture sitting on the bench at the bus stop). Everyone who hadn't been able to attend Friday's surprise party called to wish my mother a happy birthday. In the evening there was frozen custard. Have some utterly unrelated links.1. Courtesy of
moon_custafer: David Van Tieghem, "These Things Happen" (1984), described by OP as "like Laurie Anderson took the night off and asked Kyle MacLachlan to fill in for her." I would raise that by a factor of Buster Keaton. [edit] Record scratch: I saw him on TV as a child, performing "Ear to the Ground" (1981). I can't have seen it in thirty years at least. Man, I hope I went through a period of trying to drum on everything that wasn't nailed down—and some things that were—afterward.2. Courtesy of XTerminal: two poems by Lindz McLeod.
3. On the Vulcan salute in a time of coronavirus.
I have a very early doctor's appointment tomorrow morning and
spatch is not making it any easier for me to head to bed by tantalizingly playing The Sunshine Boys (1975) in the next room. "Pickle is funny. Cab is funny. Cockroach is funny—not if you get them, only if you say them."
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They were what she wanted for her birthday brunch! So we made them.
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I hope your appointment went well.
Live long and prosper.
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Thank you. I like it also, honestly. I just think it's a better picture of the unicorn head than of me.
I hope your appointment went well.
It did, actually! I have useful information and a plan which is always better than a shrug.
Live long and prosper.
Likewise!