I borrowed Your Favorite Band Is Killing Me from the library at the weekend, a book of celebrity feuds, ruminations upon the nature of the Internet, and reminiscences of the 1992 MTV Video Music Awards.
As they say, karma is a bitch. Or rather, if you make your children weep with sadness, you’re going to have to go to a water park.
Screaming woke me. It punctured the shield of the hangover I had, eventually forcing me toeave my bed and see what the children were screaming about. They were, of course, just screaming. They don’t need[…]
I finished reading The Necromancer’s House just after midnight. It’s a book of many chapters, where almost every chapter is incredibly short, the start is great, there are two or three good chapters and then[…]
My plane took off half an hour late from Changi. When everything else is so seamlessly efficient (twenty minutes from office to terminal, five minutes to check in and less than a minute to clear[…]
I’ve been waking my girls to school almost every day this year, and my hope was stay this would be a good way for us to bond. On our way to school we would discuss[…]
I thought I’d get a good night’s sleep, and I did, except I woke at 5 this morning and had to read ten pages of a disappointing book about a warlock who frequents Alcoholics Anonymous[…]
The kids slept in until after 8; La Serpiente made an abortive attempt to wake everyone up an hour before that, but was herself so tired that she fell back to sleep. We got up[…]
We checked into our hotel about 10:15 last night and the kids were asleep by 11. I thought that would mean we’d get a lie-in this morning but they were up early and demanding attention,[…]