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We saw Wall-E on Monday afternoon, the whole family including Dillo, who blissfully fell soundly asleep about 20 minutes into the main feature. Perfect timing: he got to see "robot! movie!" but didn't have to last through an entire film.

There were things I loved about the movie, and things I thought were big mistakes. I loved Wall-E and his world. There were the now customary moments in Pixar films when you shake yourself and think, "THAT's computer animated? Damn." But I came away from the movie very sad, I think because I simply couldn't believe the "redemption" plotline. Aside from all our practical quibbles (on the drive home from Athens mr. flea and I pondered everything from "how did the people go to the bathroom? In-suit catheters?" to "where does the ship get natural resources to subsist for 700 years?") the recolonization story told in pictographs in the closing credits didn't work on an emotional level. The people never figured out that it was THEIR FAULT that earth was uninhabitable.

I would have preferred a movie that was all robots, I think. All on the Earth, showing the recovery of the planet aided by the robots. Maybe end with the possibility for humans to re-evolve on the planet in the future. Although the great slug-like humans did give me the one laugh-out-loud moment of the movie, when the ship tilted and they all rolled to one side of the Lido Deck.

Also, was I the only one who noticed that in the film of the CEO of Buy N Large, standing at the podium in front of a quasi-presidential seal, the lettering behind the man reads "Bu --- rge" on each side of his body, and my mind easily and instantly transformed that into "George Bush." I think it must have been on purpose.

Last night Casper and I made cardboard swords. (This occasioned a perfectionist meltdown by Casper, which was interesting. mr. flea and I looked at each other and shrugged, "She comes by it honestly.") They got floppy very quickly so I stiffened them by taping a ruler and a long comb to the back sides. Then we played Peter Pan and Captain Hook with great gusto for as long as the poor parent could hold out.

I should note that mr. flea tried to introduce Casper to The Princess Bride last weekend and SHE DIDN'T LIKE IT. I hope it is merely because she's too young for it, and not that she is some FREAK OF NATURE WHO CANNOT BE THE CHILD OF MY LOINS.

Dillo is back at school today, although he sounds like a 2 pack a day smoker. Such a pathetic croak/cry! He's like a puppy now - say, "Walk?" and he lights up and starts grabbing for your fingers so you can walk him around the house. I've gotta say, though, my house is sure boring when you're circling the living room for the 27th time.

In closing, in a fact which will I hope amuse coworker(s?) on my friendslist, I had a dream last night that someone had written an erotic RPF featuring the head of Systems at my workplace. I am distinctly scarred by a description of his gabardine pants and what was under them. The gentleman in question is in fact pretty attractive, and a sharp dresser, although he doesn't especially ping my lust-meter personally. And this was WAY TMI for my innocent dreaming self. Helps!

If you go here http://www.flickr.com/photos/casperflea/ you can see my two babies at about the same age. Gee they look alike, but Dillo has more chins.

The Dillo rolled back-front for the first time this afternoon.

And Robeez sold out of the red monkey tshirts and onesies before I could buy one.

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Flushed Away review, by Casper, age 3.

"He was flushed AWAY...and he met someBODY...and she didn't TALK good...and she didn't DO good...and she had a DIAMOND...and it BROKE..."

mr. flea reports she sat on his lap and sucked her finger, and it was maybe a little too much for her - too exciting and fast-paced.

She has also taken to saying "whatever" in exactly the tone you imagine. Three, or 13?