I promise not to turn into a Mommy blog, but this happened and it was kind of intense, so I’m going to tell you about it.

So, as those of you who have both read my last few posts and can do basic math may have realized – I had a kid.  And I survived.

Mars or Bust

I’m not really sure why I just heard about this, but it has recently made it onto my radar that a company in the Netherlands is recruiting volunteers to help colonize Mars.  I gather they made some kind of announcement in January and then started actively advertising that they wanted volunteers in April.  And thousands of people have already applied.

Whoa.

First those little robot vacuums and now this?  I think we can safely say we live in the future, my friends.

Oh Scary Night

I try really hard to like Halloween.  In theory, it’s a holiday that I should be fond of:

• Dress up in costumes? – Excellent
• Carve pumpkins into faces?  – Brilliant
• Collect money for UNICEF? – Wonderful
• Parties with themes? – Fantastic
• Free candy?  – Hell yes!
• Firecrackers? – Ay, there’s the rub.

Oh, the Horror

There are a lot of things that scare me in this world.  It is, after all, a dangerous world, and I am, after all, a total wimp.

One fear has been hovering around my consciousness more than usual lately, though only by proxy.  See, there seems to be a plague of fecundity in my immediate network, and I am suddenly surrounded by pregnant women.  Three good friends, two co-workers, a few acquaintances, and a billion people on facebook.  It’s normal and all, but what gets me is how calm they all are.  I really don’t understand it.  Because while I’m happy for them because they all seem to be happy, I am much more scared for them, because they don’t seem to have the sense to be scared for themselves.  (I say that with love.  No offense intended.)

The Sum of All Fears

From Little Shop of Horrors (1986)
Seymour: [helpless in dentist chair] What’s that?
Orin: [enthusiastically] A drill.
Seymour: It’s rusty!
Orin: It’s an antique. They don’t make ’em like this any more. Sturdy. Heavy. Dull!   I’m gonna want some gas fer this.
Seymour: Oh, thank God. I thought you weren’t gonna use any.
Orin: Oh, the gas isn’t for you Seymour, it’s for me. You see, I wanna really enjoy this.