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24 september 1998 |
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the guest room
could i have that back? |
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I moved into the guest room last night.
No, Darin and I aren't fighting; he was snoring. And cranky. I asked him to turn over and he snapped at me: "You know, I prefer to sleep on my back." But he rolled onto his side anyhow. Not that turning over did much good--when he's well, he doesn't snore when he's on his side, but while he's sick I think he snores harder. At 2 in the morning I decided, What the hell, and went upstairs. Clearly, I have to go to bed earlier than he does, so that I'm asleep by the time he starts snoring. When I woke up this morning, I was completely disoriented: where am I? It took me a second to realize I was still in my own house.
Mel Gibson in Hogan's Heroes? Oh dear. Interesting factoid: my parents tried to forbid my sister and me from watching Hogan's Heroes, because they said concentration camps were not funny, no way, no how. Darin's family had no problem with him and his brothers watching it, even though his grandfather had been in Dachau (when it was only "a work camp"; he got out before it became a death camp) and most of the rest of Darin's family died in the death camps during the war. (I've already gotten several letters about this, but...yes, I mean "concentration camp." A concentration camp is a facility where you concentrate people against their will, usually during time of war. There are varieties of concentration camps: death camps, work camps, POW camps, internment camps. (Also, if you want to say, Well, POW camps, those weren't as bad as the other camps...the Nazis weren't particularly diligent about following the Geneva conventions when it came to taking care of their POWs, particularly as the war went on. They were pretty bad.)
Interesting ad for StarTac phones: shows businessmen out walking their children in prams and talking on their phones. See? You can be a good employee and watch the children at the same time! Except, of course, that this ad is glorifying men still paying more attention to their phone conversations than the kids. At the end, of course, there's the token businesswoman doing the same thing, but let's face it: any woman spending more time on the phone than watching the kid would be vilified.
Pooks has informed me that the Kevin-Kline/phone-book-reading scene is her fantasy and she was just loaning it to me until I get better. I already feel a lot better--it's amazing what continual doses of high-powered antibiotics will do for your system. |
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Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson |