Happy Mother’s Day.

(Women who are pregnant, breastfeeding or easily irritated should refrain from viewing the accompanying YouTube clip.)

As an internet mother, I have an inkling of how difficult it is to care for your children and to love each of them equally. We all have our favourites, but it’s best to keep this to ourselves and restrain ourselves from giving them the most food, the newest clothing, priority access to the washroom and the preferred seat in the minivan. Too much of this and the other children will suspect something. (Especially if they have to cook their own food, darn their own socks, sew their own clothes out of burlap and sleep in what used to be the coal bin.)

I know it seems like I’ve been neglecting you, but really, I’ve been showing you the best kind of love an internet mother/blogger/artist/activist can: the I’m-taking-a-little-break-and-you-can-fend-for-yourself kind of love. The kind of love that says, “Hey, so you cut your finger off opening the rusty old tuna can–so what! It builds character! It keeps you on your toes! It makes you more resourceful! You didn’t need all those fingers, and all that blood, anyway! And who said you could eat the tuna in the first place? Did you ask? Did I say yes–in writing??”

See? I’m putting you first. Because I care.

Besides, no news is good news: everything I was knitting before, I’m still knitting, in between bouts of medication-induced narcolepsy. (And I said these drugs weren’t any good for anything!)

I looked at some potentially enjoyable mother’s day videos but when I eliminated everything that was potentially offensive to someone (i.e. mothers), I was left with, um, nothing. I did miss Cinco de Mayo, however, that totally inauthentic but otherwise enjoyable celebration of the great contributions that Hispanics (a completely made-up word) have made to our lives. I present for you now a brief taste of the U.S.’s appreciation for Mexican-American and Latin American culture and arts. Enjoy, and as my many Spanish-speaking friends say, “No tengo ninguna enfermedades!”

6 comments May 11th, 2008

Summer Heights High.

As I continue my descent into psychotic madness delightful adventure with the Baby Surprise Jacket (so named because it will be a surprise if any of my friends’ offspring are still babies by the time it’s finished), I realized that I had been neglecting you–and you–and you–and yes, even you.

So I wanted to introduce you to something from Australia that’s even more precious than Tim Tams, if such a thing could be possible.

Meet Mr. G, the drama teacher at Summer Heights High (produced by ABC Australia and soon to air on HBO and BBC):

After being fired from teaching, Mr. G bravely goes on to produce the high school musical that he has written (rather different from
that
High School Musical)–based on some of the students’ true life experiences. The following collection of excerpts dances flirtatiously between PG-13 and R ratings. If you think you’re up for it…fire away (but don’t say I didn’t warn you!):

8 comments April 16th, 2008

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