This "not having the internet" thing is becoming tedious. I'm going to have to watch literally weeks of marginally funny Flash cartoons and movie clips just to catch up on the latest memes.

Also, I can't actually view my blog from my computer at work, due to the family friendly ISP they use here. Apparently everything found at blogspot.com is not healthy for children and other living things. Hohum.

Right now, John Baby and I think this is a totally hot wedding look.

Only...not...

Now we are in Tacoma, WA, in order to hang out with John's family and recently minted niece. We rented a car to get up here, an actually comfortable car with a decent sound system. People actually obey the speed limit here. Also, as opposed to Southern California, a light rain storm does not mean that there is at least one crumpled wreck per ten miles of highway.

Weeeird.

Also, they have signs on the side of the I-5 which depict a black glove, thumb extended, with a red slashed circle over it. It either means "no hitch-hikers" or "no hand puppets," we haven't quite decided.

John and I made the trip from San Diego to Berkeley for Easter in my small but sturdy '91 Honda Civic. The car does not have air conditioning, so we had to roll down the windows and conduct conversations at a bellow. Also, the car does not have a sound system, so we made do by hooking up a car adaptor up to a cheap boombox, balanced precariously on a bundle of blankets in the back seat and belching out tinny tunes. Further, John is so tall, and the car is so tiny, that he spent the whole trip with his knees basically around his ears. Finally, the suspension on the car is so bad that every jolt and pot hole is absorbed by the passenger's spinal coloumn, more or less uninterrupted. By the time we made it to Berkeley, we were partially deaf and mostly crippled.

Hurrah!

I think, for the last two weeks of Lent, we should give up something really difficult...like a verb tense.

"I'm sorry, I have given up the present perfect tense for Lent. Wait. Doh! I am giving up the present perfect tense! Am giving!"

I've moved in with some teachers from the school. Their place is more spacious, and has a kitchen. However, they do not have the internet...not even dial-up. Gah. I'll probably end up chewing my hands off before too terribly long.

The kids are really sad that I'm not coming back next school year. I'm sort of sad to leave them, too. Even if they are evil. Oh well. I taught them how to sing They Might Be Giant's "The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas," told them a few Star Trek jokes, gave my opinion, when asked, on everything from the utility of geometry to the merits of Orlando Bloom, and made them draw comic books in Latin...that will be my legacy.