Summer is not going gentle into that good night, so the boys and I are chilling out in front of the Olympics before we hoof it to Yet Another Pool. I've resisted going to this place in the past because of the Subway Schlep, but guess what! There's a new water taxi that takes us through the scenic pungency of New York harbor! Score, baby!
I'm just getting used to having televisual access to the Olympics, and NBC's coverage is so thorough, over so many portals, that under different circumstances I'm convinced I would never have left the house. Authorities would have found me, unkempt and unresponsive, floundering in my own essence. Right now we're watching Argentina and Brazil play soccer, and I admit I'm a little on edge. If anything terrible were to happen, we'd lose about half of the world's mullets.
TwoBert lately is obsessed with 1) his frog puppet and 2) his brother's Spider-Man mask. Inevitably, he has combined them to form Spider-Frog, scourge of swamp crime. I'm wondering, though: Would Spider-Frog inspire fear/awe/esteem from the other frogs? Or would they just eat him?
Also: My new post at MamaPop today is an urgent request. There are only so many minutes in the week when I can launch my Boogie board into the teeming torrent of Pop Culture. I've been in seclusion for most of the summer, and a bunch of filthy, one-legged pigeons ate my breadcrumbs. How do I find my way back?
