In other twelve year old girl news, we went to the Winter Sports banquet, and I got to meet a few of her swim team friends. Twelve year old is not the only one who likes to wear ripped jeans over leggings, topped with an Aeropostale sweatshirt. It was a new experience to me, having avoided sports as well as I could in school (I was in band though!). I finally saw her coach, and the teams mostly sat together. The bowling teams were easily the funkiest. It seems like her school is most competitive in girls' hoops, bowling and swimming. The catered dinner was okay, nothing special.  I was glad they made mentioned GPA's when the coaches were discussing the teams, my daughter's teams' is 3.77.

In other child news, seven year old has a school expedition tonight. I charged up the camera batteries this morning, and it will be another early exit, and tuna subs for dinner to get there on time.

While we were out stimulating the economy on Sunday (beside the usual gas, bills and groceries) we went to Goodwill. I was bemoaning my poor gaming luck at thrift stores (well, I did get a 1971 Acquire for 50 cents, which I resold for $50, and a copy of Enchanted Forest missing a few cards) when I found a copy of Guillotine, for $2.99. It was a blue price tag, half off, so it was only $1.50. I also found a copy of Krugman's Peddling Prosperity for $1.99, blue tag, so I got that, too. For an economist, he writes very well, right up there with Tooze. Expect a longer review in a few weeks.

There were a few other odd books there, with a Conservative bias. "How to win Conservative arguments with a Liberal" and "Do-Gooders, how Liberals wreck everything!" and a few other apocalyptic ones, heading into "None Dare Call it Treason" territory. Maybe it was donations from the estate of someone who had a fatal heart attack in November.

At a different Goodwill, a few weeks ago, I picked up a bunch of Disney Fairy books, and Cassino: The Hollow Victory, about the Hellhole that was Italy in 1943-1944. The only admirable commander on the Allied side if the French dude, Juin.

Speaking of the economy, the Baltic Dry Index is up! I hope the Mediterranean Index follows, and then the Vermont one.

I racked off my lager Sunday, it's tasting good. Keg time is this weekend, it won't be in time for the Saint Paddy's Day parade on the 14th, but I prefer stout anyhow for those days.

I think I like Gabi on Desperate Housewives best, she's has the most character growth. I think that about ends my Sunday stuff.

I did not know this until I borrowed the DVD, but the Season 4 Twilight Zones were an hour long. Sadly, most TZ stories aren't hefty enough for an hour. The Thirty Fathom Grave could have been cut way down, though He's Alive works at that length.

I had the fun task of scheduling a meeting between several different developer groups using Outlook, why, even the conference room is on outlook. It was barely big enough, it was big enough for the people I invited, but they invited a few people, and before you know it, it was a party.

In other work news, we're having a team outing tomorrow afternoon, hence the unusual Thursday diarizing.

I was rooting around in the attic looking for old pictures to put on Facebook when I found my D&D stuff. I only bought three modules, and we never played the Hommlet one. We did go through the Keep on the Borderlands and the Isle of Dread, I think my favorite was the one my friend had, the Barrier Peaks. The long Drow one was good, but how can it match the history of the Barrier Peaks? I only recall playing D&D at a con once, the setup was for some reason invading Morder through the northern mountains, I don't recall exactly why we players were dispatched to do that.

I also dragged out the Monster Manual, seven year old got a kick out of it, she likes to draw, the drawing are kind of amatuerish, and there are fairies in it, FAIRIES!