German industrial baby dancing

As one YouTube commenter points out, this video evidences "extreme disconnect between the endearingly bubbly tots and the menacingly nihilistic, anomie-filled lyrics. Unless the viewer is beyond repair with misanthropy, each of those frenetic sock-wearing footsies set to DAF's toe-tapping beats breathes (metaphorically) laughing gas into the lungs of the soul of the lyrics, mired as its words are in the hopelessly impossible task of revaluing all values relying only on semantics and a sophomoric sense of rebellion."

Alles ist Lüge, indeed.

DH & Dylan are off to BounceU for a few hours, leaving me alone with nothing but my nesting hormones. So far I have CLEANED ALL THE STOVE and set the oven to clean itself (dear Other Things, why can't you be more like the oven?).

Perhaps next I shall tackle Sorting All The Diaper Covers. I would Dye All The Hair, but I don't really want to answer the door for the grocery delivery guy in a bathrobe and shower cap.

I also seem to have misplaced a pair of pants. This is both irritating and confusing.

Jessica, would you guys have any use for Fuzzi Bunz, size M? They were Ellie's and are mostly pastel colors. My mom re-did all the elastic, but they are five years old. I have the liners, too.

Eta: they still work great; they are just the original style.

Oh, yeah, I meant to ask Buffista parents, do any of you have draw crazy children? I always have a ton of used paper arounf, with music on one side and blank on the other. And then I have 11x17 preprinted newsletter shells with the wrong address. So there`s big open areas on the inside. Does anyone want it for their kids to draw on?

Eventually, sure! Impossible to say if she'll be wearing M's in 6 months or 18, though, so no rush - D was so skinny he almost didn't grow into them until he was potty trained.

[eta: Found my pants! They were in the carry-on I took to Chicago. In October.]

Oh, that just reminded me. I need to acquire more photocopier paper. For some reason I keep drawing on that and not my million sketchbooks. I think I have commitment issues.

Yeah, that's news.

When I was little my mother had a three foot tall roll of sketch paper she kept in her bathroom. It was the best ever. Drawing for yards.

Sara used to draw on the backs of old manuscripts I had for copy-writing purposes. Then she learned to read and I had to start excising all the sex scenes.

Thank you, guys. It's not awful at this point, most of the time: just a constant level of stress and concern, with occasional emergencies. I'm learning to be zen because you can't win an argument with an Alzheimer's patient.

Anyway, the good news is that I'm now on vacation, yay, and a friend in the UK sent me a tiny flashdrive with loads of audiobooks and BBC Radio stuff on it--it's probably the gift that will give me the most enjoyment over the year.

The bad news is that I'm still sick. I should probably call Kaiser, who will want to give me antibiotics. Bah.

Off to walk the dog and listen to audiobooks, yay!

DH & Dylan are off to BounceU for a few hours,

Is that like a dogpark for kids? Because that's what I'm picturing.

Is that like a dogpark for kids?

Isn't a dogpark just a playground for dogs?

I now reflexively react to all pictures with palms in them by going "it is not my [insert noun here] it is a palm." Thank you, Tom Hardy memes, for ruining me.

Okay, gotta go get cocoa.