First there is a mountain
posted in Uncategorized |…then there is no mountain, then there is.
That Donovan song is stuck in my head today.
First there was the closing being pushed back (boo!). Then there was early occupancy (yay!). Now there isn’t early occupancy (boo!). And the closing is either Sept. 5 or Sept. 10 (boo, hiss!).
Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!
Okay, on to other things:
Freak foam surf in Wales looks way cool. Some commentary about how it’s being caused by pollution–it would be interesting to do research to see if it’s been happening on and off for centuries, which would put the kibosh on that idea. It definitely happened 30 years ago, so it’s not new, just rare.
OmegaMom reveals her disdain for her child’s safety: I think the toy recalls are going a wee tad too far. Toys “R” Us Recalls Wooden Coloring Cases. Because the paint in the lettering on the case contains lead. (Well, okay, some of the black paint inside contains lead, too.) Look here, folks. Kids aren’t really highly likely to lick the lettering on the box. And if they do, they sure aren’t going to get enough lead from that lettering to cause anything–we’re talking a microscopic dose here. In addition, the kit is marketed for 5 years old and up; any kid of that age who is still eating paint shouldn’t be getting paint sets to begin with.
A not-so-random thought: Adopting a child of a different race does not automatically bestow a “racism-free” merit badge upon the adopters. Really. And if you hear of some adult Asians reading a particular series of articles and being disgusted by the racism in those articles, maybe–just maybe–it might be a good idea to re-read the words and try to figure out why those Asians feel that way, rather than getting defensive and waving your internationally adopted child around as a banner of your pure motives and right thinking. Just maybe. Ya think?
People who think IVF will ever be a widespread replacement for good ol’ human sex as a method of reproduction are just nuts. They haven’t done IVF. Or they have lousy imaginations. And, please–before you start commenting on how people are going to select for intelligence, blond hair, and blue eyes, please learn a little bit about genetics and how difficult it is to pinpoint most of our traits to one specific gene.
For all those mainstream media types who think blogging is so declasse and worthless, I’d just like to suggest that any media person who is surprised by the mortgage mess and the sagging real estate market should have been reading bubble blogs for a year or so; it’s pretty amazing how events this year have marched in lockstep with the predictions of the bubble bloggers.
I go away. Who knows what joyous personal real estate news will appear on OmegaMom’s blog next? I’m feeling like we will be in the Shoebox until we die of old age…
(Not to knock the Shoebox. It’s really darling, and would be great for a single. Or even a couple. On vacation. But two adults, one five-year-old, a dawg, two cats, and some turtles, for more than a day or two?…nope.)
