But March stayed around till June
Rabbit, rabbit! It is March again. Or still. On our street, it was remarkably springlike: birds constantly twittering, damp blue strips of sky, puddles drying in the parking lot. I expect this means we'll have snow by next week.
I was woken this morning by six different phone calls, only one of which was a real person. My arm hurts less, but my ability to focus is still more or less AWOL and I do not seem to have an emotional ground between "flat" and "overloaded." We have a tentative plan in place this evening to watch E.T. (1982), since it was one of the other summer camp movies I was discussing with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch in the aftermath of our 'Thon—as I have occasionally alluded, for several summers in my childhood I was exposed to a high concentration of mainstream pop culture on a near-daily basis and I read through almost all of it, leaving me with scattershot impressions of much more Disney than I ever sought out on my own time and a peculiar selection of genre movies thought suitable for children. I remember more of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) than I do of The Happiest Millionaire (1967). I blame Jim Henson's Creature Shop. Originally we had thought of a double feature, but I'm not sure I'm capable of staying awake that long. If we do go for it, the second half may be Flight of the Navigator (1986). Rob has also suggested Explorers (1985). "It has Robert Picardo," he said encouragingly. I want to point out nobody razzed me like this about Van Heflin.
I have to figure out how to do a minor amount of bureaucracy before the end of the day. I am guessing that falling face-first into my keyboard does not count as proof of identity.
I was woken this morning by six different phone calls, only one of which was a real person. My arm hurts less, but my ability to focus is still more or less AWOL and I do not seem to have an emotional ground between "flat" and "overloaded." We have a tentative plan in place this evening to watch E.T. (1982), since it was one of the other summer camp movies I was discussing with
spatch in the aftermath of our 'Thon—as I have occasionally alluded, for several summers in my childhood I was exposed to a high concentration of mainstream pop culture on a near-daily basis and I read through almost all of it, leaving me with scattershot impressions of much more Disney than I ever sought out on my own time and a peculiar selection of genre movies thought suitable for children. I remember more of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990) than I do of The Happiest Millionaire (1967). I blame Jim Henson's Creature Shop. Originally we had thought of a double feature, but I'm not sure I'm capable of staying awake that long. If we do go for it, the second half may be Flight of the Navigator (1986). Rob has also suggested Explorers (1985). "It has Robert Picardo," he said encouragingly. I want to point out nobody razzed me like this about Van Heflin.I have to figure out how to do a minor amount of bureaucracy before the end of the day. I am guessing that falling face-first into my keyboard does not count as proof of identity.
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...Child's math this evening is fractions. I thought I knew from fractions, but fuckety, I do not. I would rather watch Eighties films. You're winning.
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*hugs*
...Child's math this evening is fractions. I thought I knew from fractions, but fuckety, I do not. I would rather watch Eighties films. You're winning.
If it helps, tell the child that in fifth grade I was tutored for fractions because while I could invent my own octal numeral system just fine (with pseudo-glyphs; I imagine I had been reading about the Mayans), fractions were not one of the forms of mathematical information my brain understood from factory setting. In hindsight, I think it was extremely valuable not just because I learned how to do fractions, but because I learned that I could learn things that didn't come to me instantly. At the time, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.