Changing Rooms

Our house has been a shambles for weeks and it is all the fault of you-know-who.


Yes, chubby cheeks.

We have to redesign our entire apartment in preparation for his mobility. The place is currently a category A deathtrap for kids. There are wires, sharp objects, loose floorboards, bad things everywhere you look.

We don’t want him getting covered in cack and splinters so we invested in a huge rug for the living room. This in turn has meant moving all our furniture to fit the rug, which in turn meant moving all the wires that nested behind all the furniture.

Mouse loves the rug. This is the first time in 2 years she’s been able to stop dead after a run. She usually has to give herself a good 5 feet stoppage distance or she’ll skid on our parquet flooring. In the past she’s been known to misjudge the distance and bang her head against the radiator. She was in ecstasy today, performing a high-speed square dance on the rug. For her troubles we clipped her claws; this reduced her fun considerably.



I’ve also had to fit halogen bulbs directly over the kitchen surfaces so no stray photons will find their way into Billy’s sensitive eyes at night. I’ve had to move my computer, its many peripherals and hundreds of wires out of the bedroom and into the living room (a days work). I’ve had to fit shelves on the walls to keep things off the floor. I have to paint the fireplace lest there be lead paint on there that could make Billy stupid. I have to fit a big thick curtain between the kitchen and bedroom to stop yet more photons in their mischievous tracks. I have to erect what seems like a chair a day, as he rapidly outgrows the preceding ones. On and on it goes…


Here’s a chair from Heidi’s mom’s that he outgrew before he ever sat on it.

Today was one long tidy up and the place is still a shambles. We’re taking a leave of absence from our local food coop so we went and spent $250 on organic baby food. Yet more stuff we’ve no room for. We had to select about a hundred books and put them on the street for strangers to take, just to make some storage space. God it’s depressing, there’ll be no trace of us left in here soon.


Some light baby reading.


Flying with Uncle Albert.


A more sedate form of flying with me.

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I’m a Socialist (apparently)

I took the OK Cupid Politics test (as did EiNY in this post). I wanted to see if I was more or less left-wing than he is. It seems that I am much more left wing than I imagined. I suspect it has to do with the fact that Americans call anyone with even a vague social conscience a socialist. I bet if a similar test was put together in England I’d find myself rated closer to the center.

Here are a few questions that stumped me, how I wonder, do these determine ones political persuasion?

– Eventually, a computer will write the best novel ever written.

– Most people are too stupid to know what’s best for them.

– Only literate people should be allowed to vote.

(I suppose those last two could ferret out a closet facist)

Here are my results:

You are a

Social Liberal
(68% permissive)

and an…

Economic Liberal
(20% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Take the test; let me know where you are on the radar. Especially you dad! If you’re a socialist I’ll laugh myself to sleep for week.

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