So whiny

I'm sure I'll get my bloggy groove back soon, but right now, sweet commenting pixies, I am just plain whiny. LG has decided that seeing Mama on the computer means it is time to do something -- anything -- really obnoxious. I can't get a thought completed. I can't even get a thought started. I'm having one of those days in which it will represent a major triumph of the human spirit if I have not run off to join the circus by the time the day is over.

A few observations before I go:

---I'm not reading the Oil Drum anymore. Knowledge is not power. Power is power, and I don't have any. I can't make world governments pour trillions of dollars into research on alternative energy sources and retrofitting current infrastructures to minimize the effects of the coming oil crunch. Ianqui helpfully suggests that I could, you know, bring my own bags to the supermarket. Yes, I could. Maybe I will. I bet that will postpone the apocalypse considerably.

---Baby Blue sits across the room from me begging me to pick her up. "You can come over to Mama," I say, from my comfortable seat on the couch.

"Eh, eh!" she says, arms outstretched. Translation: "No, you come over and get ME."

"No," I say, "you can crawl over to Mama."

"Eh, eh!"

"Come to Mama!"

"Eh! Eh!"

"Come to Mama!"

How it will all end, I cannot say, but I can tell you that what you are witnessing is The Battle of Wills: Lazy Women Edition.

Signing off before the earth itself decides to silence my whininess....

*Non-whiny addendum: while I was busy maligning him and whining, LG completed a puzzle of the entire 50 states. The whole thing. Naming each state as he placed it in its proper place. Because he knows all of his states. And is now working on his capitals.