I missed another monthly gaming day. I was still exhausted from my week, I would have brought my C game, or D game, definitely not my A game, or even my B game. Also, six year old had her first solo playdate with teacher_girl, a close friend of six year old's who had never gone alone with us before (her dad came over to a playdate once), and I felt overly responsible for her having a good time. We ended up going to my parents to swim, bringing newspaper_girl, too. The water was too cold for me.

In a triumph of dinner time sanity, we all ate the same thing Wednesday night, leftover shish-kebabs. I made some awesome shish-kebabs on Tuesday, and I made lots, so rather than do the three different meal thing, we all ate left over shish kebabs and couscous. I have a grand dream that we can go a full week eating the same meal each night. Whoa! Are other kids this picky, or did we just screw up raising them?

I got a little bit of wrenching in Wednesday night, my float levels are still good, and I can adjust my throttle to completely close my butterfly valves. I did find that my right carb was loosely attached to the plate that slides into the carb boots, so I tightened that up. Next up I may need to check the pilot screws, maybe the O rings are bad. I forget if I replaced them during my rebuild.

In other wrenching news,  I adjusted nearly seven year old's bike, she's showing an interest in getting past training wheels. I raised her seat and the training wheels and tightened the chain, she's almost ready. Maybe within a week or two.

I'd like to be the one to get her to go without training wheels, my parents did that for nearly 12 year old, they were camping in Webster park with a nice smooth trafficless traffic loop.

No fireflies last night either, they're late this year. There might be Irish_girl tonight.

On to media reviews, in this week's episode I catch up on some unfinished movies, and more.

A feel good movie about a Nazi death camp is hard to imagine, though Escape from Sobibor comes close. Our DVD was kind of crappy, being poorly transferred from the TV movie with muted colors and low dialogue (or maybe that's just how British TV is). It's the true story of a Nazi death camp in Poland where the arrival of a contingent of Russian Jewish soldiers (led by a youthful Rugter Haeur) helps a revolt against the SS and the Ukrainian Guards. One quibble is why didn't they assign a sharpshooter or two to kill the men in the machine gun towers.

Next up was the unfinished Nine Lives, unfinished in that it did not compel us to finish all the somewhat interconnected bits. It's a movie of barely interconnected vignettes about life, death and cheap motel sex, and just couldn't keep us up past our bedtime.

Going back to British films, Secrets & Lies is a movie about secrets and lies, coming to a head when a black woman given up for adoption seeks our her birth mother, who turns out to be white. Whoa. Again, not very compelling, it's about what sort of life a dimwitted bird ends up with.

Book wise my mom lent me her copy of A Dirty Job, in which a self decribed beta male becomes Death. It was good, but I prefer my Death to come from Ankh-Morpork.

In neighborhood news, the Armory at the end of our street is for sale, 145 Culver Road if  you want to look at it on google (I can't figure out how to embed the link) one idea is to make it a performing arts center, another is to put lots of houses in the vacant land behind it. If the latter happens, I hope a few families with kids move in.