Musings on the fate of Joe Gipp

Frequent auditors of this journal will recall that, my taste in cinema being what it is, I number Adventures in Babysitting among my top ten all-time favorite movies. It is, saving one Necessary Leap of Faith, a tightly plotted coming-of-age fable that never ceases to delight me. If you've never seen it, I recommend it in the highest possible terms*. Get thee to Netflix and add it to your queue.

It having been a Rough Week(tm) by anybody's measure of terrain, Steve and I decided last night that we had earned some downtime. We therefore feasted on grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches, chatting about anything but the day-job, had a glass of wine, and carried the second into the living room, where he suggested that Adventures in Babysitting would be in order.

The rest of this discussion, which necessarily contains spoilers, is ( behind the cut )

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*always remembering that I also recommend Earth Girls are Easy in those same high terms.

Good help is hard to find

I've been playing database wrangler today while Steve is down at SRM Galactic Headquarters, packing books for a big mailing push on Monday.  Some books went into the mail yesterday -- Steve figured about 5%.  We have to mail what we've already signed, then we'll sign some more and mail some more, &c, &c...

So!  Since database wrangling is the Least Boringest Thing Ever to do on a sunny autumn Saturday, the cats have been doing their bit to cheer me along:

Here's the Maine Coon Sleep Ray Factory, set up in the living room

While Scrabble holds down the auxiliary post in Steve's office