I have recently been plagued--PLAGUED--by spamments. There IS a spam filter on Blogger, and I KNOW spam filters are not an exact science and require delicate tweaking and will nevertheless make the occasional mistake---but I don't see how ANY spam filter would let people BLATANTLY named "generic [drug for men's Personal Regions created by scientists who could be using that time to create non-stupid birth control]" comment freely. The upside is that when I have to click over to delete the comment, I revisit old posts I forgot I even wrote. I'm thinking of it as a little Swistle Archives Tour.
Henry, amazed: "I was born ON my BIRTHDAY??"
I finished the fifth and final book of the Y: The Last Man series, and I was a little disappointed. I really really really liked the series, and I'm still glad I read it, but it feels like it was supposed to be a couple of books longer but then the budget ran out and they were instructed to wrap it up fast.
I have been frustrated ever since we bought our minivan six years ago, because if there is enough weight on the front passenger seat, a "passenger seatbelt" warning light will flash throughout the entire trip. Sometimes even my purse will set it off. It only JUST occurred to me that I could just...buckle the seat belt. It sits flat against the seat, so it doesn't keep me from putting stuff there.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...