The dotter, having had a quick bout with the cold, handed it off to me. Thus, I spent the weekend id a haze ob bizery. OmegaDad, having lured the Geography Gals to our house for a Sunday evening birthday dinner, spent the weekend alternately patting me on the head, thrusting various cold nostrums my way, cleaning house in a frenzy, and dealing with the dotter. By the time the GGs showed up, Banana Split Birthday Cake (a decadent, cholesterol-laden delight from, I am sure, the '50s or '60s) in hand, I was at least alert enough to socialize and eat some of the cake.
In the meantime, OmegaGranny had evilly emailed me a link to The ESP Game, which randomly partners you with someone else (never seen, heard, or named), randomly tosses up a bunch of thumbnail pics, and asks you to label them. So, while I was dealig wid de code ad de stuffiness, I whiled away away a few hours mindlessly typing in descriptors of pictures. It's something to do with Carnegie Mellon University and labeling unlabeled pics on the web, supposedly...Anyway, I soon found that even though I could neither see, hear, nor talk to my partners, I got some definite likes and dislikes very quickly. Some partners were worthless. Some--wow! It was like we would zing*pow*zap get the same descriptors over and over again.
What can I say? I found it addictive. Bad, bad OmegaGranny!
In the news, we had a Texas legislator whipping up some ill-thought-out plan to pay women $500 to decide to adopt their children out rather than have abortions. He did, at least, make sure to include verbiage that would keep anyone who did so from being charged for selling babies...No word on fathers, of course. No procedure for getting the kiddo into foster care, or finding agencies, or anything like that. Not a word about prenatal care. Nothing about coercion. Just *bam*, sign this paperwork (available only at abortion clinics, by the way) within one month after the birth of the kiddo, and voila, 500 smackeroos. I can't collect the words to properly describe how idiotic I think this is. I hope this is the kind of throw-away legislation that never makes it out of committee, like the legislation that some of our own state legis-critters have produced.
No great thoughts here, alas. I'b sdill drying do ged by doze do clear up.