Monday Scattershoot

Well, whaddaya know? I found it! I've no doubt that Weez's clapping worked in tandem with Bino's prophesy to create the desired result. Not suprisingly, the edits were neither as brilliant nor as plentiful as I'd imagined. But still.

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So everyone knows by now that there was a deep disturbance in the blogosphere. Once upon a time I would have thought it was a good idea to stick my nose in, but I have since learned that there's really no point. It's like that scene from Brother Bear where the two moose brothers stand above an echoing canyon yelling, "You shut up!" They are determined to have the last word, but of course they can't (because of, you know, the whole echo thing) and they end up collapsed on top of each other, exhausted and broken. What this description leaves out in terms of the blog happenings, though, is that actual people suffered needlessly because of incendiary remarks made by a few callous, deeply disturbed, and/or really horrible folks, and for that I have felt badly. I need one of those t-shirts that says, "Mean people suck."

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Family Bookmaking Day at San Francisco Center for the Book was nothing but good. Vida, Risa, and Izzy made three books each, while Sunny and I tried to think of plausible excuses to spend the money it takes to enroll in a workshop. I can't think of one for myself (this small fact won't necessarily keep me from doing it, though!), but Sunny's photographs and BJ's "101 Words That Don't Quite Describe Me" would make, respectively, a gorgeous wall-mounted book (there were several on exhibit at the Center) and a brilliant broadside.

Sunny burned us a copy of The Sippy Cups' "Kids Rock for Peas," and R & V did indeed rock all the way home.

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I just made some lazy biscuits, and dang they're good. I say "lazy" because I used Bisquick. But I replaced 1/4 cup of it with ground almonds, and instead of milk I used heavy cream. A little dollop of strawberry jam on top and the result is nothing short of 100% melt-in-your-mouthness.

That's all.