olde english parade

Watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. They're doing some sort of tribute to South Pacific and the sailors are "singing" "Nothin' like a dame". Emily asks what they're singing about. Ashby says, "They're singing about girls. Don't you know what a dame is?" She lazily says, "I don't really speak old english."

Fictional characters--Saaaa-LUTE!

Taking the goth girls to see the Warner Bros exhibit and to Twilight today. I can't believe the speed with which they ran through that first 400-page book. The cartoons are more for me, though. Edited to add, we ended up having to skip the cartoons in favor of the movie. Not awful, but there was a lot of parent-snickering followed by pre-teenage girl glares. Makeup was way over the top, with vampire=white pancake + blood red lips. Sales of eyeliner should be skyrocketing this week. At Claire's, anyway...

Papa Bob

Well, Papa Bob just passed away. So sad. He seemed to go so quickly, even though I know he's been sick for months, and in and out of the hospital. He was just so larger than life, in every respect. Physically, vocally, anecdotally. He was a grand storyteller, although by now I'd heard pretty much all of them several times over. I imagine his funeral will be half-grief, half-laughter with bouts of remember the time...interspersed with the moments when words can't express and hopefully all of it well-marinated (overserved!). He would have enjoyed that. The girls are devasted that we can't go, as am I. I have an additional layer of guilt over my inability to manage our finances better, because we should have had the resources available. Money is a goddamn shitty reason not to attend a great man's funeral. Having an awful time, Papa Bob, wish we were there.