With reverence x2

President Obama on the cover of Wired elicited a thrill throughout this household. Two pioneering and beautiful creations presented together, holy shit that's awesome.

This October issue is kept in the bathroom in the magazine holder along with a couple Vice mags, Hunter S. Thompson's Kingdom of Fear, and a year-old Vanity Fair True Crime Special Issue that I can't seem to throw out. It was an engrossing read.

This morning I pull this Wired out and see the cover has been ripped off. Fuck! It's the Obama one! I find the cover buried deep inside when Rx walks in.

"Oh my god, Rx! The cover ripped off!"
She says, "Oh no, that's the good president! Mommy, you can tape it. I have tape, I'll go get it."

I successfully reattach the two, bring them back together, bring them back to life. It's time to store this beauty with my SF Chron announcing Obama's first win.

A triumphant beginning, a devastating end.

Go ahead, cry.

Only Child

When you're an only child and you're on holiday break and your parents are working at home, you may need to pull all your animal friends together to keep you company while you eat cereal and watch Spongebob on your iPad.

She's lined them up in order of importance.

1. Babies, her best friend her entire life so far
2. Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde from Zootopia
3. Darth Vader
4. Judy's cop mobile
5. New white kitty
6. The pet carrier that all stuffed animals are carried around in.
7. "Halloweenie" -- her favorite Ty® cat
8. The new horrible Ty® cat that makes pathetic meowing sounds when you pass by it. My estranged sister gave this to her to torture me, I'm pretty sure.


And in case anyone's wondering, I totally know this sucks for her and hate myself for it and am looking for ways every second of the day to change it.