Apparently armor doesn’t count as clothing. But I’m not sure it counts as “naked” either….
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Sampler Saturday: Elizabeth and Dialga’s Car Wash Adventure
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Have Some Irony, It’s Good For The Blood
I’ve posted before about my struggle to grow decent watermelons. The climate here is all wrong for them: too dry, nights are too cool even in summer, temps go up and down, etc. Sometimes the seeds refuse to sprout at all, or they sprout and then fall prey to some pest or malady, or they manage to make it to maturity but can’t manage to produce any fruit worth harvesting.
I keep trying, though. My love of watermelons and my intrinsically optimistic nature win out every spring against the hard, comfortless voice of experience.
This hasn’t been a great year for my garden anyway. A cold spring, followed by a long blistering-hot stretch of summer, stressed out almost everything I planted. Plus I’ve been so busy with other stuff that my garden hasn’t gotten anywhere near the amount of loving care I usually lavish on it. The weeds are tall, the corn is sickly, the tomatoes are cracked from inconsistent watering, zucchini production has all but stopped because I didn’t keep all the young zukes picked…let’s just say it’s not my garden’s best year ever.
But! Do you know what I have LOTS of?
Watermelons.
I have VOLUNTEER watermelon plants coming up all over the place. I have watermelons in my zucchini bed, watermelons in my asparagus patch, I have watermelons in areas where NOTHING was planted. There are vines everywhere, with baby watermelons adorning them like happy…little…baby watermelons. I am too flummoxed to think of clever analogies.
So apparently watermelons thrive on COLD SPELLS and ERRATIC TEMPERATURE CHANGES and WEEDS and NEGLECT, and do not care at all for tender nurturing attention or specially prepared beds. They also prefer to spring into existence on their own rather than to grow from lovingly selected and painstakingly planted seeds.
I’m beginning to wonder why I bother to read all those how-to-grow-stuff articles. Mother Nature is clearly too capricious, too whimsical to be swayed by such mundane matters as soil and location and weather.
I’m beginning to love that about her.
Sampler Saturday: Star Trek Edition
Elizabeth and Dialga find themselves drifting in space, and cross the path of a familiar starship….
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Wordless Wednesday: Dialga At Camp
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Contributing To The Geekiness Of Minors, Part 3
Earlier posts on this topic can be found here and here.
It’s hard to take Star Trek: The Original Series seriously in terms of plot, believability, acting talent and so on. Don’t get me wrong, the kids and I just finished Season 2 and we’re enjoying our almost-nightly episodes, but…we’re not into it for the realism.
Luke’s favorite part of the show is predicting which red-shirted ensign is going to die first in each episode. Last week we had a great moment when Luke was actually in mid-sentence: “Rest in peace, Redsh–” when a nearby alien suddenly decided to pull a dagger out of nowhere and fling it straight into the hapless ensign’s heart. Dude never even saw it coming, just fell dead in his tracks. Those shirts are LETHAL, man!
Elizabeth finds Kirk’s indiscriminate dalliances highly amusing. Some hot alien chick gets a close-up shot with the soft-focus lens and Elizabeth is all, “Oh, yeah, there’s gonna be kissing.” As soon as Kirk starts talking to the chick Elizabeth starts dubbing in her own dialogue in a sleazy Kirk-voice: “Hey, Baby. You look like you could use some kissin’, whaddaya say?”
Me, I just can’t get over how YOUNG they all are. They’re all smooth and fit and can dash across rocky alien landscapes with the greatest of ease! (I try to avoid watching the bonus material. Shatner and Nimoy look like a geriatric version of Laurel and Hardy in their recent interviews.)
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Luke and Elizabeth have been coming with me to my worship meetings now that Steve is, for the time being, out of the picture. (I’m not sure which I find more illuminating: the fact that he hasn’t so much as called the kids to say hello since The Blizzard Incident, or the fact that they’ve expressed zero interest in calling him. Apparently there’s no relationship there at all, other than the one between Elizabeth and Steve’s PS2…she has mentioned that she misses that.)
Anyway, this works out great on Thursdays, because on that day the meeting is at the church and so is the youth group thing. So yesterday Luke and Elizabeth got to frolic amongst their own kind and play games and make crafts and Elizabeth whipped up this bit of glue art:
She calls it, “Kirk gets buried by tribbles.”
Oh yeah. Resistance is futile.
I think it’s safe to say that their assimilation is complete.
An Invincible Summer 