weapons of massdistraction

My body seems to have a mind of its own. Often, when a particularly busy weekend is coming up, it will take preemptive action, usually by giving me a big eff you. Though things started out well enough yesterday. The little man and I had an excellent field trip, out in Stillwater, visiting the new Teddy Bear Park, the co-op, and an independent bookstore. Afterwards we’d planned to continue on to the YWCA, to go swimming. But the lad wanted to stay home and chill. Fair enough. So he stayed with the husband while I went to work out. On my way back I picked up takeout from Evergreen for the three of us. After dinner I read the little man a few Frog and Toad books. By his bedtime I was inexplicably exhausted. Around 9pm I thought I’d just have a little lie down. Before I knew it it was 9am this morning, and I could barely get out of bed. The first thing I noticed, my eyeballs were aching. But so was the rest of my body. It is doubtful that I will be engaging in any extracurricular activities today. But there are two action items that are not optional. One, cleaning this filthy house top to bottom, as we are having friends over tomorrow. Two, going out to dinner with family this evening, to celebrate my birthday (which is tomorrow). I’m hoping the ibuprofen kicks in soon. Sigh.

Just a sampling of what I’ll be missing this weekend:

• The End Times Festival, with the Boredoms
• Signal to Trust playing in the entry, with the legendary Mighty Mofos
• A flickr photowalk through Whittier
• The mplsart.com relaunch party (here’s a taste of it)
• The new Guthrie’s opening celebrations
• The Pride Festival and Parade

Bonus: I may be feeling absurdly crapulent, but this fantastic photo of Andrew Bird has cheered me up a bit. Speaking of flickr photos…interesting-ness has always been an absolute mystery to me. I have one recent photo in particular, of the little man, that fluctuates like crazy. Yesterday morning it was in third place for June 16th, and then it dropped a few hundred places. Wash, rinse, repeat for this morning. (Wouldn’t have noticed at all but I was invited to add the photo to this pool.) Go figure.
Plus: After watching the new Superman trailers I can’t help thinking Brandon Routh looks an awful lot like Jason Schwartzman. All right, a little googling shows I’m not the only one who thinks this, but still.
And: Rachel is at a conference in Seattle. So far she has encountered a street vendor selling veggie hot dogs, she scored a National Death Index ruler, and she switched from an icky hotel to a really swank one. Sounds like an excellent trip to me. One of these days I’m going to have to get out there. I’ve been jonesing for a vacation in general, and the little man has too. Hmmm.
And another thing: If you don’t skate, you can’t relate.