I have no pithy title today

Thinking I might flip on the tube this weekend to catch Tina Fey and Amy Poehler doing ‘Weekend Update.’

Perplexing: What is the deal with Parkville people going as nuts over Halloween decorations as they do over Christmas? Those little orange pumpkin lights, giant blow-up Frankinsteins that take up entire yards, flags and window-stickers. Yowsa. Next thing you know, we’re gonna have, like, Groundhog Day decorations pouring all over folks’s porches.

Trompe l’oeil: Looking in the mirror the other day, I was thinking that for as big as I feel, and as uncomfortable as I am 24/7, my profile just doesn’t convey that. I need to be like three times bigger so that bystanders get an immediate impression of how miserable it is, physically, to be pregnant. Like if you were to look at broken leg, sans cast, or a hockey player’s face right after the tussel — right away you get that “ow!” reaction, that sympathetic wince. It may look like a basketball up my shirt, but it’s more like a medicine ball inside my skin. Ow.

Paging Dr. Frankenberry: The followup glucose test came back negative, which is a giant weight off my shoulders. I was really starting to get worried about big-fat-baby syndrome.

Damn you, dial-up: I want Elliott Smith’s “From a Basement on the Hill,” and it’s only $9.99 on iTunes, but it would take like five hours to download those 15 or so songs. Dammit.

The Book! The Book! I got the bestest present from the courier today: SND’s The Best of Newspaper Design, 25th Edition. I’m only halfway through it so far. It’s truly astounding, as always. Two things I hate: the foreign submissions, because I can’t read headlines that are in Swedish or German or Portuguese or what-have-you; and the fact that the tearsheet/examples are so tiny and the design so good. It makes me want to read the stories, but I can’t because the font-size is like 0.008 pt. Yagh. But it is inspirational, even if SNDUpdate suggests this month we look elsewhere for inspiration.

England is lovely this time of year: So turns out British mommies get six entire months of paid maternity leave, and some Parliamentarians are pushing for more. In the States, FMLA only gives you 12 weeks of unpaid leave. I think it’s time to move. [The Guardian: New parents could get a year’s pay to stay at home]

Bound to happen, sooner or later: Apple releases the iPod Photo, complete with 60 GB of storage and a color screen. I’m telling you, pretty soon they’re going to reclaim the Newton using all this technology. Only a matter of time. [Wired: Apple’s Newton Just Won’t Drop]

But for my money, and my purposes, I don’t see much point in this latest development. What, am I going to sit around on the bus and stare at my own photos for $600? And I certainly don’t need that kind of space. I suppose that’s why iPod minis are popular: the whole iPod family lets you get just what you want or need. And what I need is a 20 GB iPod loaded with plenty of slow, mopey rock. Which is why I cursed the dial-up connection, above.

All right, enough of this verbiage. Time to retire with my book and try to sleep without Junior here kicking the hell out of my bladder. Ooh, but not before dessert. Homemade punkin pie, anybody?

This post brought to you by: It’s A Big Old Goofy World from the album “Great Days Vol.2” by John Prine.

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