The single parent thing was getting real old, nine year old and I had a shouting battle of wills last night over homework, in which I finally prevailed. She's stubborn, but so am I, and I've been through enough to know that the worst that could happen was us starving to death while staring and pouting at each other, no biggie. Mrs. Ha got to the house late, she got back to Rochester and decided to shop, then called on her way home from the mall, but got lost, so I kept the kids up late for no good reason. Maybe in another 16 years she'll stop getting lost.

Mrs. Ha is climbing out of her depression, which is good, since I was overcompensating for a while. But she's taking her mom in this weekend, so I see more stress. She may arrive Thursday, or not, and I'm not sure when she's going back. We're supposed to see friends Friday night, but I have no idea who will watch her mom, that's up to Mrs. Ha to deal with, if she doesn't, I'll go alone.

I did get one of my carbs rebuilt, working pretty steady Monday from 9pm until 11m. Oddly, the jets are a wee bit bigger in my rebuild kit than the manual says, but since I'm running pods it should be okay. We'll have to see how new jets and gaskets help.

In other MC news, Arlen Ness was in town a few days ago, riding one of his custom bikes through our factory floor as part of a promotion for a monochrome $product_to_save_company. I didn't hear about it until I read the paper, I wouldn't have minded seeing that.

I've been listening to the Black Eyed Peas lately, Mrs. Ha was singing that Hump song a while ago from dance class, and I had some free CDs to redeem, so I got her that, along with The Band, Ziggy Stardust and What's Going On. So far, it doesn't do much for me, but Mrs. Ha likes them.

We have a line on a hot toy mentioned a few diaries back, and since it's so Soviet Russia, I'll keep the whole deal circumspect. A friend of my sister's works for a big block retailer, and will put one aside the next time they come in, for us to get. I just need to get some blue jeans, windshield wiper blades and American whiskey to compensate.

I'm getting tired of wind, really, who needs it at ground level. The latest problem was when a gust of wind in our windy parking lot pulled my car door out of my hands into another person's sports car, knocking their mirror off. Fricking wind.

I heard an Aqualung song the other day that made me reconsider classifying them as emo. Now I classify them as emo spewing Beatles wanna bees. I believe the song was Brighter Than Sunshine, and you know if Wozniak ran that Apple, they'd get a cease and desist immediately.

I tried to play Pirates with four year old last night while nine year old did homework, but she didn't want to shoot at each other, so her Pirates sailed to islands to get gold while my American ships did likewise. Boring.

Dubya visited our city yesterday, my parents even saw his motorcade. They said the unneeded ramps where blocked off by tractor trailers and snowplows. The interstate plows we have are huge, I think they'd stop a tank. He also visited our city a year ago, why does he keep coming here?