Graeme is here. It's good to see him. We're going out later, hopefully to drink.

kids are done school. I still have to work, which leaves them bouncing about at home... I'm having a few days off next week with them. I wish we could just all go and sit by the lake and forget about lottery tickets...

I'm cross-eyed from spending the weekend writing about patriarchal gender-role expectations and aboriginal women in the Canadian justice system. (I know, I really have too much fun, don't I). I love the bits of the essay-writing process when I get to pit my experts against each other. There is some disparity in the idea that Canadian Indigenous culture was, before contact with us whitefolks, a non-patriarchal/women-oppressing type of society. I get to quote all the pundits who disagree with each other, like Jerry Springer with a wordprocessor.

Seriously, I watched Jerry Springer the other night when I had an electric foot and couldn't sleep (one of those things that happens) and it was a man whose wife had left him for a hermaphrodite. Someone in the audience asked the hapless hermaphrodite what he/she had "down there", and the hermaphrodite dropped drawers and demonstrated.

Also, it was a dog mascot suit, and I did dance by the side of the road and wave to motorists. It was a blast, and I think if I can't find a job when I'm finished university I want to become the A&W RootBear. I found myself seized with an uncontrollable urge to shake the flappy tail on the back of the outfit, and dance like Gumby with epilepsy.... too much fun.