�This afternoon it is 23 degrees locally (OK. For those that still refuse to join the rest of the planet that is 74� on dat Fahrenheit scale.) In my hometown in Vermont? The temp is a lovely -23 degrees below zero (Yep. That lands as -11� F prewindchill. And the winds are 10 to 20 mph.) This is cold enough to frostbite your Pop-Eyed Friction Whistle in the time it takes to piss. Depending upon the dew point and your height, the drainage drizzle can be little UreaCubes by the time your tinkle lands with a tinkling noise on the cold, cold, ground. More? As a kid (more than once�because I AM MALE) I�d hit the shower on the way to school or after playing hockey and be running behind. So I�d dash out the door and make the mistake of running my hand through my formerly wet hair and break off frozen hunks of it by mistake. That adds joy to one�s day. And the congruity of having it 23 here and �23 there seems pretty wonderful to this doltish boy.�My amazing son is having a sleepover in my room tonight�so the plan is to watch a film (Beauty And The Beast) while having a picnic on DaSauce�s bed. And then it�ll be lights out at 20-hundred hours (with some serious payment to my sleep-debt being the ideal over here.)
�In the morning, we are going to the Crappiest Place On Earth�which makes DaKid quite happy, and makes me feel martyred. But, tithing to Mickey will go on unabated. It should be low on lines though, which makes the prospect slightly easier to stomach. Besides, seeing his completely blissed-out-boy-face should (ideally) keep it in the survivable and maybe even periodically phun region for DatSauceGuy.
�On a side note, as the recipe thing has only happened twice, we plan a you-can-make-it-at-home-with-us between now and Monday. The boy has Monday off and yer Sauce is taking the day with him. On discussion, we�ve decided that our new holiday tradition for MLKJr. Day is Beef Tongue in Caper Sauce. [My personal rationale? He was pro-tongue-wagging instead of knuckle-dusting, and he was rumored to have cavorted around with various dames O� dalliance in his sparetime. HEY! It�s as good a rationale as Lamb on Easter. Geez.]
�Lastly?
This particular boy really hopes that the rumors (/.,TheGuardian, et al) of Project Prometheus (NASA/VariousSpaceAgencies putting a man on Mars by 2010) are correct. It is really embarrassing trying to explain to my son why we just had the 30th anniversary of the last human on the moon (Apollo 17.) �Um. We, er, didn�t have the resolve to continue? No. We were busy? No. How about we expected to be back long ago�but that whole Reagan Legacy of Debt got in the way?�
Anyway, it would be very nice to pick up actual spaceflight again rather than the low-orbit adding-to-junk-in-our-skies-histrionics as we JUST MIGHT need it when we burn out our planet or have a serious emergent situation in the coming centuries. I�d hate to see humanity die-out on this little ball of dirt. It would seem a waste.
--DatDisneyDreadingSauce
