Dreamt about Speedbump. Woke up thinking about ariadnae.

I’m so fuckin’ tired of everybody getting married.

I'm missing all this

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> From: Speedbump
> Subject: Sorry, I'm too impatient to find the right keys all the time
> on my mom-s computer
> Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2011 22:35:50 -0800
>
>
> > > Siempre ha dicho "casco" en español. Pero "kicking" en inglés.
> >
> > Studies have shown that bilingual children usually go for the easier
> word initially.
>
> Mostly that's been the case for The Baby - pan instead of bread, dog
> instead of perro - but there are a few things where he goes for one or
> the other because he likes the word more. I get the impression he finds
> it more fun to say, or funnier. Or sometimes because he hears it for
> the first time (or notices it more specifically) at a moment when he's
> having lots and lots of fun. So, like, he says "calcet'in" and
> "zapato", even though "sock" and "shoe" are much easier and he can
> actually say them, because he thinks, or thought, before he was saying
> them all the time, that they were funny. (And "calcet'in" is pretty
> funny to say!) And he now says "papilla", whereas before he never even
> tried saying cereal or mush or porridge at all, because the other 
> babies were visiting and he was all gleeful and bouncy and
> wanting to repeat everything everyone said no matter what. Sometimes he
> says both. Half the time,, instead of one or the other, he-ll say
> "come!Ven!Come! Ven!"
>
> He also switched from saying mam'a to saying mommy a month or two back,
> but that was very obviously because he suddenly heard everyone
> referring to me as mommy, whereas in Europe, nobody but me did.
>
> The overriding thing I've noticed with him so far is that if he can-t
> say a word all the way right, he'll take some consonant from the word
> that most grabs his attention, which is definitely not always the first
> letter of the word, and say all the vowels right, but put that one
> consonant in for every consonant sound. So Santa Claus is Kakakaus.
> And, actually, zapato is papapo and calcet'in tatet'in.
>
> Then he gets these really cute solutions sometimes for when he can-t
> say a word. Like he-s been able to say "big" for a long time, but can't
> say "small" or "little", so for when he doesn't want to use a sign,
> he's started saying "baby", for "little".
>
> Perhaps one of the funniest mispronunciation of his is that for
> whatever reason he can't say "white", he says "whitey", with a really
> strong T.
>
> And just yesterday he started being able to make the F sound a little.
> Before he just made a really exaggerated S!
>
> And he still gets really, really happy whenever he hears words he knows
> in songs. It-s like he-s surprised and happy to know that the man or
> woman singing knows that word, too. :) 

> To: Therria
> Subject: I don't know why
>
> naming a pizza "Extravaganzza" makes me think of you.
>
> I miss you.

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The problem with content creation for the 'Net is that there's always going to be someone almost as clever as you willing to work for free. #racetothebottom #grapesofwrath

And I was getting ready to sit down + write you all those e-mails + I feel like I can’t send ’em now ’cause I honestly don’t wanna pump any sad chemicals into that poor thing’s developing little brain… You’re so relentlessly happy and I never knew how you did it but Dad’s a moody shit, like me, and if you’re going to push out another first-world consumer of the global élite, I at least don’t want them being all fuckin’ pumped full of SSRIs all the time… although that’s probably inevitable these days, isn’t it.

I guess I’ll have to wait another 9 months to hit Send.

> To: Speedbump
> Date: Monday, October 17, 2011 08:38:05 p.m.
>
> I'd be happy/OK if you had a kid with Louie C.K.
>

Three updates in one

This was supposed to be three separate ones but who has the time?

Woke from another Therria dream.

The highlight of my weekend was making Ariadnæ come from fucking.

Woke to new e-mail from Speedbump: She’s pregnant again.

Every time I take a picture of a sunrise
even if it’s not

it’s for you.

Search function

Apparently I repeat myself.

That feeling can’t belong to just you. :/

Another long, protracted dream in which I pled my case and attempted to make amends to Therria, and she wasn’t buyin’ it (or at least she didn’t care).

I don’t know if I ever knew till yesterday that you can hear the church bells from my parents’ house.

Last night, after seeing KBO highlights on some Korean UHF station as my dad was flipping past channels, I dreamt that I was at some luncheon in a big room, like a restaurant, or a cafeteria but in a nice office building, at a table with some people that included Lefty. As it wound down, and I addressed him directly, saying, look, dude, you know, I’m just letting you know ’cause I think you might be interested, and pointed out that in one corner of the room, there was this Korean sign; they were going to be showing whatever the championship of the KBO season is called. And he didn’t even acknowledge me. So I bitched him out, like, COME ON, man, I’m trying to be cool here, and finally he did, and it seemed like there was an uneasy truce, like, sure, yeah, I’ll come see that, and I don’t think Therria was there, but of course she was mentioned.

I don’t have the heart to tell my parents my camera got jacked when I was sleeping in a doorway in Chicago.

You could plan a pretty picnic, but you can’t predict the weather

but you can bring an umbrella. And if that picnic’s planned for rain or shine, then don’t fuckin’ whine if it’s a storm for weeks at a time.

I watched “Princess Bride” tonight

I really don’t think anything else needs to be said.

I’m not any fucking good at this
and I’m not getting any better.

Last night me + my mom were watching a nature show, and there was this monkey who was supposed to be keeping guard while this younger one went to drink from a lake... Well, the other monkey got eaten by the thing that lived in the lake (I think we could all see that coming). The voiceover narrator said, “How does the monkey feel?” We both responded, in unison, “like an asshole.”

If he remembered
I guess he’s OK.