The kid is all right (688 words afterwar, pulling teeth)

So I have these reasons to be proud of my son. Here's why it matters. He's not self-supporting: he's in limbo, and not being aggresive enough about setting up work for himself for the year between now and medical school (presuming he gets in this time). He can get kind of passive and play too much. Like me. I've been in front of this here computer, with time off to clean the stove and start a load of laundry, for five and a half hours, and I have written only a pittance. Well, it's hard at the beginning of a section, where you have to get all your pieces in play and you can't do it all in the same sentence, so you have to sweat out what comes first and what comes next and stuff. It'll take off once I get going.

But so this morning he directs me to this discussion he's having about Marxism on one of the off-topic forums at The Gaming Den, and I'm reading along, and it's all so nicely reasoned out -- and he's even learned how to be polite -- and he's eloquent. Just adorable. (he's Frank Trollman, by the way)

He could always think straight. (not always about his own benefit, but about other things). Smart boy.

In other family news, my adorable daughter is coming home for the weekend tonight!

oh no -- we just got spam with the subject line "bothersome Frank Trollman pluperfect." How can they possibly expect a person to react positively to something like that?