vintage toys

Of the various personal items explodingcat brought into our household, few are as versatile as Logray.

You may be confused. How can a naked ewok figurine (spattered with gore-inspired red paint) be so useful?

Well, it's not easy to explain.

I'm told he can mix cake batter. That alone is pretty nifty. And he's a perfect anatomical teaching device. (Don't ask. I made the mistake of asking.)

In our household, Logray typically lives on the balcony of my dollhouse, wrapped in a miniature Mexican serape and wearing a pumpkin on his head. He stands there, one arm stretched out as a beckon to his adoring fans. If you ask nicely, Tom will even sing you his song.

Lately, Logray has been enlisted in the effort to teach the urchin the valued mantra OM NOM NOM. Logray attempts to gnaw on cherubic cheeks. OM NOM NOM. He dives for the belly button. OM NOM NOM. He is taken by wee hands. Oh no! The baby is eating him! OM NOM NOM! Yay!

Inevitably, Logray is unceremoniously shoved into Mommy's cleavage. I don't know if Logray is doing the omnomming or if my boobs are. Either way, it's disturbing, so Logray is ejected posthaste.

Earth Hour Hypocrite

Candles are lit. I unplugged many things, but can't bring myself to turn off the router nor stop the wash. I have a baby. Laundry is sacred.

Supper tonight has come in pieces . . . stuffed potato skins earlier. Currently eating steamed chicken with chopped salted chiles. Later will be roasted asparagus.

My dog is barking at phantoms. He's good at that.

Cali folks

My brother is going to the Bay area for a week (work). He'll spend the weekend of 4-6 April in SF proper. Anyone want to recommend good seafood/sushi places?

He'll spend this week in Pleasanton, CA. Flies out at OMG o'clock tomorrow morning.