{"id":436,"date":"2005-03-26T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2005-03-27T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=371"},"modified":"2005-03-26T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2005-03-27T06:00:00","slug":"learn-to-swim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=436","title":{"rendered":"learn to swim"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Easter Tidings To You All On This Very Christian Holiday.<\/p>\n<p \/>OK, I know I promised you a Sea Monkey Update, and here it is:<\/p>\n<p \/>Tragedy has befallen us here in my little home!!<\/p>\n<p \/>This afternoon, I very carefully opened my vacuum-sealed pouch of embryonic Sea Monkey material and emptied its contents into the properly-prepared Sea Monkey Environment. Then I waited the proscribed amount of time, according to the Sea Monkey Bible (&#8216;a few minutes&#8217;&#8230; I&#8217;d have preferred a more precise figure, but I estimated). After many spans of a few minutes, no Sea Monkeys were evident. I peered and peered, and nothing. I began to suspect foul play.<\/p>\n<p \/>This evening upon my return, I still found no living Sea Monkeys. I didn&#8217;t even find undead Sea Monkeys, although I admit I was somewhat afraid of the prospect of Sea Monkey Zombies. Since my Sea Monkeys come with a two-year guarantee, I intend to contact Transcience Corporation of Bryans Road, Maryland, and obtain the Amazing Live Pets I was promised.<\/p>\n<p \/>You <i>will<\/i> be hearing more about this. Rest easy, my friends. Justice will be served.<\/p>\n<p \/>So! Today was a quiet holiday. I hear Jesus poked his head out did not see his shadow, so there will not be six more weeks of winter. The parents were out of town; I figured we should maintain some semblance of familyness anyway, so I went over and hung out with the local siblings. Stephanie and I watched the Gophers claiming their spot in the Frozen Four. See, I <i>totally<\/i> sound like I know what I&#8217;m talking about. You&#8217;re impressed, I know it! And I admit some weird phenomenon has occurred&#8230; I was way into it. I was nervous. I yelled. I know the goaltenders&#8217; names. I giggle and say <i>Gooophers<\/i> in that Minnesota accent I swear I don&#8217;t really have.<\/p>\n<p \/>Scotty has sworn he will wear a U of M hockey tshirt if I get him one. When I told Stephanie this, she was so excited she wanted to go to the mall right that second to find it. She&#8217;s really the one with all the sports genes in the family; I&#8217;m just a tourist. No matter how hard she tries, she will not get me to like football. It&#8217;s unpossible.<\/p>\n<p \/>She refused to commit to the concept of dinner, so I wrapped up my knitting, ate a string cheese, and decided to come home because I was made uncomfortable by the number of times I saw that smirking presidential foo&#8217; on TV. On the way, I was pondering the sad state of political affairs, and realized with some amusement that I most value the opinions of three leading authorities: Jon Stewart, Maynard James Keenan, and <a href='http:\/\/www.mnftiu.cc\/mnftiu.cc\/war45.html' target='gywo'>David Rees<\/a>. Put this odd trinity together, and you have the most important political genius of our time. Hell, I&#8217;d even dump Heston for them.<\/p>\n<p \/>Clearly, it&#8217;s time to sleep.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Easter Tidings To You All On This Very Christian Holiday. OK, I know I promised you a Sea Monkey Update, and here it is: Tragedy has befallen us here in my little home!! 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