Still on my Farscape kick, aided and abetted by Netflix. Last night I watched the most recent disc and boy howdy. There was your standard plot where the beefcake main character has to pretend to be someone and something he is not. And I must say, Ben Browder does a painfully bad Australian (British?) accent. It was so awful that I wouldn’t have been able to guess just what type of accent he was going for, if I hadn’t known the context. Honestly, I don’t know how the rest of the cast and crew could take it. I nearly turned it off. But that doesn’t mean I’m not begging for more. Yes, I have a problem.
The little man had his second swimming lesson today. Once again we arrived a bit early, but this week the pool was nearly empty…because it was so incredibly warm and gorgeous outside. This gave us time to chat with one of the only other occupants of the pool, a very sweet eight year-old boy. When he saw the little man inadvertently swallow some pool water the boy said “oh, you don’t want to do that. The water has Listerine in it. The whole pool is full of it.” My mind ran with that. I was hoping it was Cool Mint instead of Natural Citrus. Ewww.