toy story

I’m a grown-up. I have bills, a car, a job, and I pay taxes. I can rent a car, drink legally, and I get flyers in the mail from AARP occasionally (too soon!). Definitely a grown-up. But I also cannot deny this:


I’ll say right off the bat that only some of them are mine. About two-thirds of them. But it doesn’t matter where they originated, because I’d never get rid of any of the members of our Stuffed Animal Collective now. I look at that shelf in the closet and think, yep, you guys are going to be with us to the end. Don’t worry. If I have a home, you have a home.

I’m not generally sentimental. I don’t tend towards the gushy. But you can only watch Toy Story so many times (or Toy Story 2, or Toy Story 3) before you absorb the idea that toys have lives of their own. Granted, I was a particularly susceptible subject for this philosophy. I used to make up entire soap-opera-worthy stories about the lives and times of my crayons, and I had the 64-pack and the caddy and everything. It was like Falcon Crest meets Crayola in there. Burnt Sienna was such a tramp.

But I can tell you exactly when my problem solidified, and when I knew I’d never be able to get rid of another stuffed animal again. It was when I saw that scene in Toy Story 2 with Jessie the Cowgirl — you know the one, with the sad (is there any other kind?) Sarah McLachlan song, showing some heartless wench ditching her formerly beloved toy in exchange for nail polish and a pretty pink phone. Jessie basically gets put out with the trash. It’s gut-wrenching.

So, that’s all there is to it. I can’t do that to a toy, even if it is just an inanimate object (well, most of the time). They’ll be with me til I die. Now, it goes without saying that new stuffed animal purchases are strictly verboten, except in exceptional circumstances. After all, FredCo can only support so many dependents. But on the Pixar fade to black in our house, these guys have nothing to worry about.

this isn’t our song

Dave and I have a song, a song I love, and one we’ll be dancing to at the wedding this weekend. This isn’t that song. 🙂 But it’s a very nice one. And I think we’re going to have lots of songs over the years — songs for singing along to in the car, songs for dancing, songs that make us laugh. I have a feeling this song is always going to remind me of the year we got married, and all the happiness I know is going to come. It also makes me think of all the wonderful couples I know, the ones whose happiness makes me smile, and how very much I wish them the best. And if this all seems a little sappy, well, I’m three days out, here. 🙂 You should kind of expect it.

C-SPAN puts its full archives online

From The New York Times:

Researchers, political satirists and partisan mudslingers, take note: C-Span has uploaded virtually every minute of its video archives to the Internet. The archives, at, cover 23 years of history and five presidential administrations and are sure to provide new fodder for pundits and politicians alike.

Wow. That’s… a lot of video. Instantly I’m curious as to how well it’s indexed and searchable. Is it really accessible, or just thrown up there on the web willy-nilly? Like Rachel Maddow said in the article linked above, will it be “like being able to Google political history using the ‘I Feel Lucky’ button every time,” or will it be a more useful research tool? Did interns at The Daily Show just get a lucky break?