Sitting on the couch, sitting at a table. I have Echo & the Bunnymen on a discography list from Grooveshark and the foosball game on mute. Desi made me cakes in a pan which were tasty and very filling. I have a half a cup of coldish coffee.

I feel kind of bad for the Bears. They look terrible. It’s the Cutler Curse. That guy is like throwing a landmine in your sandbox. Sooner or later he’s going to blow up, and it’s going to make children sad. Uh…and…destroy a twisty slide.

I remember a long time ago in my youthood we had some kind of family get together at Holiday Park in Carlsbad, near my great-grandma’s house. My cousin Mimi was behind me as I ascended the glorious twisty slide. I remember thinking “My god I’m fifty miles in the air” when later visits confirmed the slide is maybe 8′ tall. I paused for maybe 3/5ths of a second to gaze around in wonderment from my lofty vantage point, when my cousin, behind me on the ladder, started yelling.

“Hurry up! I wanna slide!” she screeched.Of course that made me slow down, dramatically. I smirked at her while moving in exaggerated slow-motion, which infuriated her further and caused a great torrent of squeaky child verbal abuse.

(Hey! Bears interception. They needed that)

Eventually she started whaling on my legs, angry that I was purposely denying her joy. This would not stand! So turning, I gave her a mild shove with my foot, unfortunately right in the chest, which caused her remaining non-attacking hand to slip off the rung of the ladder. I remember her falling, slow-mo action movie-style, and landing in the sand below with an expanding halo of dust poofing away from her. Then the adults came running in. Watching the procession I knew there was only one thing to do: I grimly turned, mounted the last few steps of the ladder, and slid down the twisty slide.

It was super-fun.