That orange number

Yesterday was a gorgeous sunshiney day to take a walk through Fremont and Ballard – my legs even got sunburned!  Then I rushed home with the borrowed SLR to snap this finish.Image

It is a little too orange for me, but it was great to take my #scrappytripalong blocks into my exploration of modern quilt design.  These were supposed to look like transistor chips, and so I was really happy when my SIL looked at the quilting and her first comment was “Oh these look like circuits!” I feel like this was my first improvisational work in quite a while and I loved piecing the back, which once again took longer than the front.

I put together a design wall this past weekend and I can only imagine what a difference this will make: I was laying out quilt sections and blocks and strips on my floor before!

Lost

So glad I got hooked on that show, last night vindicated all the seasons up until this one, now I’m only sorry that the next episodes were filmed under impending writer’s strike pressure and I hope they don’t fall apart. I will entertain myself with some season one tonight and do a lot of handsewing I think. I have to watch all the Desmond backstories over now.

I had to post

Because I forgot to hype that the cancelled Sarah Connor Chronicles has been aired, probably due to the screenwriters strike and who knows how long they’ll keep it running if you DON’T WATCH IT. So you’ll have to figure out when it’s one in your area because I am in the wonky tv land of Canada, but I watched Monday nights first episode following the pilot last night and it was awesome, true to Terminator cheesiness and delightful robot antics. And go figure, Sarah Connor is still a total badass.

Come with me if you want to live.

Sometimes its good to be hyper-nerdy about some things. Here is a link to the trailer for the new Sarah Connor Series coming this fall.

It doesn’t matter that its cheesy (we watched the pilot last night), its good old respectful reweaving of James Cameron. I was a little ambivalent about Lena Headley but she has a very expressive mouth and just needs to wear less makeup. Summer Glau on the other hand, no doubt about that. I caught the reference in her character’s name, so hyper-silly-nerdy. I’d love to see this show pull of some good episodes.

Piratey goodness

My camera battery died right before the group photos with the bride and groom, but I’m sure they’ll show up in someone else’s collection. In the meanwhile, here’s the one my stepmom took right before we left Whidbey for the wedding.

Ambiguously good and evil pirate family

It was fun just to get a full 24 hours with Mr. BCA and the kids without being distracted by housework, the internet, and goodness knows what else. We had an awesome conversation with the kids in the car at 9 o’clock at night about morbidity and death that was both awkward and highly entertaining. Crane asks the tough questions, like “what are people for?” and “Are my air bubbles (alveoli) alive, how come they don’t crawl all over me?” which resulted in our needing to reassure her that they would not suddenly revolt and take over her body…followed by the even harder hitting “are you gonna die?” and the observation “when I am a grown up, then I will die.” At one point it devolved into a laughing game wherein everyone got a turn to try to make everyone in the car laugh and you got a point for each person who laughed. We all got a chance to bomb and Crane developed a frightening shrieky laugh that was contagious. Toilet humor also never fails to entertain.

I love my little family so much, I’m so glad we have each other. I express continuous remorse that no one else has children anymore and so everywhere we go unless it is a spectacular mama campout, there are just less kids than I remember getting to pack up with as a kid. There were 6 children at the wedding with an average age of 4 in a party of more than a hundred. And one of them was the bride’s! Does anyone else with kids notice this? Same goes for the cousins department, my kids have no cousins. Maybe I just remember family gatherings with more fondness for the kids I ran with, but it seems like there are more and more either not having kids or waiting. My stepmother reminds me that this is a good thing, better that women have birth control and choice and that those who are not ready, fit, or patient enough shouldn’t be encouraged. Not to mention the toll taken on children by resentful parents or those for whom the child is a trophy of some twisted sort, in a landscape of failure, or simply ignored once they are no longer “cute.” But meanwhile I can’t help that think its a little sad, that in our longer lifespans and some of the greatest apparent affluence, so few are growing into parents. Or maybe parenthood has just changed me enough that I find the childless boring and often self-absorbed. I feel like even though parenthood is relatively easy on me, a lot of my anxiety comes from inhabiting this crazy first world where life goes fast and frantic and taking the time for children leaves me feeling like a failure. And yet I’m 33 and finding a new kind fo confidence in myself as my youngest approaches a year of weaning and I am beginning to imagine contributing to society again.

Nintendogs

Evil? Or Cute? Or in our ambivalent less dualistic household: a fun alternative to a real dog, a video game that rewards empathy and talking to a monitor, and an absolutely brilliant game design for the preschool set. Wretch, wretch wretch, I can’t believe I just said that, and then admitted it, but its true. The voice recognition software is so good that Mr. BCA and I can’t even cheat and teach the puppies more tricks because then they imprint on our voices instead of the kids. Crane’s doggy is named “Niffy” which in and of itself is super cutarific. I will fondly remember that this was my kids first video game and conveniently forget that they played DOA over Christmas, for the all of 4 weeks our 360 was all the rage. I’m turning into this evil video game enabler, as if to make up for the other corners of my life where I’m cleaning up my act, getting healthier, and trying to pretend to be sane while preparing for a peak oil crisis. I’m buying lithium battery packs for my kids. But oh my god the puppies are teh cute.

Wherever you are I hope 6/6/06 rocks your evil Satan world. Maybe I’ll get up early and do the entire family in KISS face paint…

X-Men

I was pretty satisfied with the 3rd X-men movie and was willing to guinea pig my children to test the waters for scariness and general violence. We let them choose between “Over the Hedge”and “X-Men” and they both wanted X-men (no parental influencing was involved at all *cough, cough*). They both liked Spiderman a lot and here was a great chance to see girl superheros not completely skanked out. All in all, I liked the movie, thought the violence was manageable for my kids, and I only found two scenes to be questionable content for kids (in my moral universe)The worst thing was a trailer for “Snakes On A Plane” which of course is typical, there’s always some terrible shock trailers out there spoiling perfectly good PG-13 movies for my toddlers.

The most awkward scene is a young Angel whose dad busts in on him at approximately age 9 attempting to hide his wings by cutting them off, only blood in the entire movie is in the bandages on the bathroom floor. The other scene which totally redeemed itself just as I was beginning to wonder, involved Mystique taken hostage by humans in suspended handcuffs where she tries manipulating them by shapeshifting and takes the form of a pleading child. If you remind most kids before the movie that she’s a shapeshifter in the same way we had to remind Ti that Anakin becomes Darth Vader before “Sith” you’d probably avoid any worries. But if you don’t want your kids to see Wolverine bloddlessly slashing his way through several mutants, then you have a bigger hill to climb. I promised not to spoil anymore but there is some cool character 3 dimensionality introduced in this movie that made me glad they made the sequel, and still think the civil rights commentary while cheesy, is still or even especially valid today. The most mind-blowing feature to me was that sweet Crane sat through the whole thing in her recently mastered cotton training pants, even though I realize I am of questionable character for taking a 2.99 year old to the X-men movie in the first place.