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Trifling Annoyance of the Day: Inane Astrology Jokes
Would it kill a writer to do a quick Google search to see if the stupid joke they're writing makes sense?
Watching the Olympics (I'm a junkie), flipping between CBC and NBC. NBC starts a piece on swimmer Natalie Coughlin by mentioning that her birthday is next week, which is notable because "to see her swim, you'd think she was an Aquarius!"
So, the joke is comparing a swimmer to a water bearer, a man who holds a giant jug of water, which is ignorant and thus makes the joke only fit for people who don't know anything about the signs, and yet requires that they know enough to get that anyone born next week would not have an Aquarian Sun sign.
Le Sigh.
If the person had taken even a minute to think it through, they would chosen, oh, I dunno, maybe a Water sign that actually does live in the freakin' water. Like, "That makes her a Leo, which is surprising, cuz you'd think she was a Pisces--she swims like a fish! Ba da bum!"
[/me bangs head into desk just for self]
Just one of those things that happens on sitcoms a lot, but this one bothered me cuz I made up a better line for the idiot in half a second. ;-P I mean, if Freud and psychodynamicism can have a Woody Allen and the writing team at "Fraser" to make really intelligent, apt jokes that demonstrate as much understanding as humor, why can't anyone know just a smidge about astrology before writing a line? Mweh.
Fave "Fraser" quip: Niles is subbing for Fraser one day as host of his radio show. He opens with, "Unlike my brother, who is a Freudian, I am a Jungian. So there will be no blaming Mommy today!"

In other news, J and I had a fun, busy weekend. Went to Niagara and Buffalo on Saturday for baby and maternity gear. I think I am approaching the end of regular clothes, just in time for the start of my third tri.
As usual, baby and I only grow in spurts, so my waist burst another full inch over the weekend. J could even see the difference between Friday and Sunday. I think I look preggo, but still don't know what the general populace sees. Some of us on my Nov list have been discussing being in the "Is she or isn't she?" phase, where people might wonder, but don't want to commit. ;-) The skinny ones left that phase behind about 8 weeks ago. ;-P But that makes sense, since they've gained an avg of 20-25 lbs at this point, except for the two who had morning sickness so bad that they lost double digits in weight, while the bigger women are more 10-15 lbs.
On Sunday, we finally got over to J's friends in Waterloo, longtime married couple D&B, where I met them and their two daughters, M and Z, ages 4 (almost 5, if you please!) and 2.5.
They let me do the kids' charts, cuz they were screaming out to me. Their astro personas, that is, not the children themselves. ;-) Not as strongly as when I met pteropod for the first time, but enough, possibly b/c kids filter a lot less. M is quite the cheeky monkey who gave J a run for his silly illogical logicisms.
J: You can't tickle me; it won't work.
M: Why not?
J: B/c I'm impervious to tickling. Do you know what that word means? It means it can't affect me.
M: Why not?
J: B/c I've been tickled too much. It's like how fish are impervious to water.
M (w/ what I swear are the beginnings of a fine Scully skeptical eyebrow arch): So fish are impervious to water because they've been watered too much?
LOL, she's brill. Gotta be on your toes for an Airy Libra Sun with Aqu rising and Uranus in Aqu in the first house.
I gave advice on managing M's gorgeous curls, and got lots of tips and live examples on being a slightly crunchy mom, w/o being a freak abt any aspect of it. We even scored a couple clothing items from her upcoming garage-sale blow-out of goods that neither kid fits anymore.
M couldn't believe how big the baby in my belly is (approx. 2 lbs.), but also wanted me to know how very much bigger it will get before coming out. And that it will be covered in blood and kinda gross. But she approves of me only having one, cuz having two at a time, like her aunt did, is just crazy.
Z is also verbally ahead of her years, but mostly worked her impish mojo with mischievous eyes and a refusal to wear any clothing for very long when there was a bright sun and warm wading pool to enjoy.

Belated happy anniversary to R and S!