Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Ten days

Seriously? What the hell is wrong with me? I am lazy, that's what.

I am also dull. There is precious little going on at the moment, which is both mundane and comforting. No triumphs but (hoorah!) no tragedies. Which, I suppose is a triumph in itself. Why do I feel like I am not even making sense?

All right, all right, instead I will give you some video, which was shot today after a HORRIFIC mall debacle which included toddler meltdowns in no fewer than 12 different stores and a bout of shouting, "Hey! I want my lunch, NOW!" to the waiter when we went out to eat.

Enjoy...I am off to run on the treadmill in a desperate attempt to push past my plateau. I promise to stop sucking soon...



Tess ops 417.avi




Tess ops 423.avi
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1 comments:

JP said...

OK, this is a normal comment, so no panel discussion :-)

Since I have started grad school, I feel that while certain areas of my brain have improved dramatically (notably the analytical and mathematical portions of my brain), I also feel that my creative faculties have suffered quite a bit. In fact, just the other day, I was in the shower, and I challenged myself to come up with something interesting/witty...After straining my brain for about 5 minutes, I cam e up with the following:

"....Mummy....tr..trouble...Mummy trouble....??"

Yep...This is what I have been reduced to...The terrible power of grad school in destroying once fruitful minds is quite real. I advise anyone who values human life to stay away :-)

BTW, I LOVE those videos...I am blown away by Tess's intelligence and vibrant personality...I was literally laughing out loud about the story she told (from the book with the Skull with Cigarette painting cover) about having a tractor when fishing...and she just came up with that off the top of her head at THAT AGE?!....I'm amazed...The funny thing is that for an art book such as the one she picked up (I assume it was some kind of art book about Van Gogh), her story genuinely could have been part of the contents.

I'll write one more comment tonight; it'll be another normal comment filled with forced witticisms betraying my eroding intentional humor and budding unintentional humor courtesy of year 1 out of 50 in the pre-Alzheimer's portion of my life...Ta ta!

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