Not at the Caucus

I'm sure the liberal bloggers I know will be looking at my post and thinking, "I sure hope he was liveblogging from his DFL caucus." No dice. Pooteewheet has a dinner date tonight with her fellow Auggie social workers, and I'm in charge of Eryn. No matter how lenient the DFL is about two year old children at their caucuses, I'm not biting.

Instead, Eryn and I hit Chipotle for a burrito and chips (the definition of daddy-daughter time at the Scooter household) and then wandered over to GameStop to take advantage of the fact that God of War for the Playstation 2 just dropped to $19.99 new and $17.99 used and I can trade it with Kyle later for something he buys. Eryn played some XBox fairy game involving orcs ("no Dad, they're ogres" - no doubt her assertion was inspired by Shrek) and I cashed out the game I went there for as well as some game involving a rabbit and a weasel chainganged together in a testing laboratory full of danger. How can that not be fun?

I'd offer you a bit more, but I've been in recovery since the rental house, and facing the fact that I'm moving into a smaller cube, worrying about my work machine with what seems to be a noisy hard drive, getting shipped to Houston and Chicago (better find my tie and suit pants), more or less geeking out because I'm annoyed about a book I'm reading that I could have written myself two years before the authors wrote it, pondering personal and corporate taxes, and citrus-ing myself to death because my company wellness program says to eat five fruits and vegetables a day and I dislike vegetables that aren't lettuce. Eryn, on the other hand, is relaxing over Mickey Mouse and her very first Ring Pop - guess who's got less stress?

But there's a silver lining in my cloud - my wife bought me my very own copy of Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Season 4, to watch while I bike (after I finish Band of Brothers, so I can give it back to Ming), starring the vocal talents of Sarah Silverman in "Robositter". Ah...the return of the Space Invader-like Mooninites...

Inignot: You and your third dimension.
Frylock: What about it?
Inignot: Oh, nothing, it's cute. We have five. [pause]
Err: Thousand.
Inignot: Yes, five thousand.
Err: Don't question it.
Frylock: Oh, yeah? Well, I only see two.
Inignot: Well, that sounds like a personal problem.