It’s all the fault of the new grandbaby. Instead of researching Restoration England, I’m spending an inordinate amount of time cooing over baby pictures. The First Reader and I are inventing our own captions for the pictures, mostly on the theme of “Help! I’m at the mercy of these two incompetent giants who don’t even understand basic quantum theory!”
I dunno… I’ve had an articulate cat in a book… maybe it would be fun to show a baby, trailing clouds of glory and gradually settling down from the rarefied realms of pure thought into the everydayness of “That’s blue,” and “You’re never going to put me in water again, right? Right?”
Or maybe that would just be terminally silly and/or nauseatingly cute. I guess I’ll find out when the brain comes back online. Right now I need to take another look at the pictures from yesterday.
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6 responses to “Enjoying the brain rot”
Congratulations on the grandbaby. Enjoy them.
The baby anthropologists always seem to be having an interesting time investigating the giants. Those giants are awfully primitive, but they generally mean well.
Except when they give you a bath. The bath is almost certainly a method of torturing babies.
Congratulations on the grandchild and best wishes to you all.
:incoherent baby cute sounds:
Congratulations!
I’m pretty sure there’s a market for terminally silly and nauseatingly cute.