Things that are lame

Sherree and I are texting while watching Survivor and ONE OF US is not even typing the text, but rather using a microphone.

Daughter Two posted about having her glasses fogged while using a lathe and doesn’t understand the cool part is that she’s using a lathe. Lame that more girls aren’t doing this.

Daughter One is apparently still mad about an incident with frozen shoes that I insist never actually happened and anyway, it was about six or seven years ago! (And IF it happened, which it didn’t, I was provoked.)

Writing on the butts of girls’ shorts. Especially “Juicy.” Who the hell thought that was anything but disturbing?

A new show for which we just watched the first few minutes of the first episode, called Friends With Better Lives. Advice to writers, producers, etc.: Crudeness for the sake of crudeness has sort of run its course, methinks. Mehopes. If you can’t be funny without crotch humor, you’re not a comedy writer.

Fighting over whether to provide universal health care when we should really be calmly discussing how to make it happen, effectively and efficiently is lame.

As is my abject failure regarding the winning of lotteries.

Dogs that emit foul odours in my sleep chamber.

 inBloom putting students records in the cloud for use by commercial ventures, including information on learning disabilities (Can you say HPPA violation?).

Hay fever that messes with Daughter One and also with Susan’s new guide dog.