The webmaster loves his parents.

Lunchtime, yesterday.
My Father: I gave the cat a gigantic chicken wing, did he eat it?
My Mother: Yep, gobbled it up. I'm surprised he left the bone.
My Father: Well, that means your cooking must be improving.

Bonus links:
John Cleese Interviewed (Via NewsFromMe)
Stunningly beautiful site where children's drawings are recreated as photographs (Via Neil Gaiman's Journal)

Morning reflection on job security.

For the past couple years, My Father has finally entered the monetary status in life where you no longer need to crash on someone's sofa when he travels, but can now resort to mid-low-budget hotel accomodation.

My Father will be seventy in December.

Hmmm.

A quote.

"I miss congrio. I remember when your father and I were still going out together, in Chile. One time he told me to eat congrio in a big restaurant, it was called El Rey Del Pescado. It was delicious. It was also expensive, i don't know how he could afford to take me there. We were students, and we were poor. Now we're teachers, and we're poor."

-My Mother, twenty minutes ago.

Two-in-one

My Father, in the car:

"I was writing (...) about this thing that happened to me back when I wrote the book, History Of The Chilean Socialist Party. It was the Party's 49th anniversary so for the fiftieth there was a big celebration. Allende was in power, the party was strong, it was held in the Estadio Nacional. It wasn't full, but almost. People were going around selling my book, carrying whole baskets of it. I was sitting there in the stadium and two guys came to me, with the baskets, offering to sell me my own book. I said,
'No, sorry.'
'Why not?' They asked.
'Well, I'm one of the people who wrote the book.'
They went quiet. Then they looked at each other and went away. As they left, one of them turned to me and said,
'Nice excuse you came up with, bullshitter.'
It was the shortest and strongest critical commentary I've received in my life."

Later:

Him: "So, need anything from the supermarket?"
Me: "Actually, i think i need a new toothbrush."
Him: "Ok, possibly one with a different color from mine."
Me: "Yeah, for months i've suspected we've been using the same one."
Him: "Another thing that bothers me is, how come there's three of us at home but there are always four toothbrushes in the bathroom?"
Me: "You're right!"
Him: "I'm starting to suspect there might be someone hiding in the house. Somebody who creeps out at night when we're all sleeping and secretly washes his teeth."

The webmaster loves his mother

Living room, about a month ago.

Me: What're you watching?
Her: One of those Lord Of The Rings movies.
Me: Cool, which one?
Her: I don't know, but they just killed a poor dwarf.

Live post-mortem coverage

"If there is a hell, we have reason to believe that he is burning there as we speak"
-Geoffrey Robertson, Human Rights Watch, interviewed live by the BBC twenty minutes ago.

Webmaster's first reaction: "i won't believe it until i see the body"
Webmaster's second reaction: "Just another of his ploys to avoid the courtroom. Wonder what he'll think of next."

My Father's first reaction (on the phone): "Obviously a birthday present for Lucia Pinochet."
(It is also A. s birthday today, happy birthday again even if i already told you that earlier today. Thank you for this day.)

Gato's first reaction: "Purrrr."

Situation at the evaristo family habitat:
The phone rings.
My Father: "is it for you?"
Me: "You'd better take it, i'm afraid it might be the TV."

Babsi's first reaction: This link

And now this post is interrupted because my family and i are going out to the chinese restaurant, with a large weight off our heads. Thank you.

Unfair

My dad was teasing me at lunch today because he has a copy of Eric Hobsbawm's Autobiography and i don't.