In other twelve year old news, I did my best but I fear I'm losing her to the dark side. Her music class is teaching her to use garageband, and she's liking it, and she's starting to appreciate Macs. Oh where, where did I go wrong? She is upset she only got a B+ on her first project, she had to make two songs, with either a latin jazz, rock, or R&B sound to them. Somehow she got a bossa nova type beat for one, the other sounded like easy listening. She said she didn't know what R&B was, so I played her some James Brown, and she was like "eh", what's wrong with the youth of today!
We did get her first quarter report card, 4 A+s, 3 As, and a B in English, darn impressive and if she can keep that up she can get a free ride to glamour and riches in engineering! Woot.
I had my suspicions that Obama was just another candidate, especially after I sent him $15 and was promised an Obama-Biden car magnet last month. It showed up this week, yay, one promise kept.
At the library Saturday I found Another River, Another Town, a slim volume about a teenage tank gunner in WWII. Irwin made it to ETO during the Bulge mopup, but really didn't see combat until mid April, 1945, so you can see why it would be slim. But, he gets assigned to 3rd Armored, and even more interesting when his M4A3 burns up, he gets assigned to the Super Pershing mentioned in Death Traps. It ends up seeing combat, including taking on a King Tiger (with a belly shot, even a 75 mm Sherman could have done that).
You read of some neat gunner tricks, he shoots an German armored car with AP, which goes right through it, so he fires an HE shell which hits the hole he just made, nice shooting. He watches several AP shots from his M4A3 bounce off the front of a heavy TD (Jagdtiger maybe), so he hits the front sprocket with HE, and gets an MKill (and the guns down the crew with his .30).
It's a neat memoir to read right after Death Traps.
In other media news, we watched the awfully depressing A Simple Plan last weekend. It was a good movie, Billy Bob was his usual great self and Brigitte Fonda was good. Two brothers and a pal come across a wrecked airplane in the snowy woods, with 4.4 million dollars in it. They decided to keep it and not tell anyone. Bad stuff happens. Recommended if you like Fargo and other crime movies set in the snowy midwest.
I sick of my cold, URI or allergies, whatever it is is making me miserable. I wish I could get codeinated cough syrup.
In beer news,I bought a case of Labatt's brewmaster special, with Honey Lager, Porter, Red Amber and Classic. The Honey Lager is good, somewhat like mine, the Porter is a nice chocolately treat, the Red Amber and Classic taste like Labatts.
Tonight, trick or treating with the usual gang, seven year old is upset that she can't invite teacher_girl, her current bff (it's not our neighborhood, I feel funny inviting people). Speaking of seven year old, she's having a bad Elektra complex right now, it's driving me nuts, as an introvert I need some time to myself. No swimming tomorrow, so we can all sleep in.
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