Yesterday I spent indulging in the fine old Easter tradition of watching VH1's Behind the Music Teen Idol marathon. Okay, usually I watch Easter Parade, but I was turning the dial and there was David Cassidy talking about sex and drugs and The Partridge Family, so how could I resist?

Later, while babysitting, I watched the ones on Andy Gibb, Duran Duran (boy, doesn't Simon LeBon look even more like an old drag queen than Mickey Roarke, even!) and Rick Springfield.

They showed a clip from the old cartoon Mission Magic that I not only remembered watching, but could sing the theme song, which made Katie look at me as though I watched the cartoon after riding my pet mastodon home from school.

The kids were reasonably good when I sat for them. Katie and Molly didn't fight too much and Molly only had a couple of really minor, short-lived tantrums (at one point she was whining, so I started whining along with her, and she said firmly "No, you don't whine, Kymmie, I want to whine!").

She is over that whole putting herself to bed thing, though, so there was a minor tussle in that regard, but since she insisted on Katie putting her to bed, so it wasn't my tussle.

I put Bonnie down at 8p and she stayed down, an event that Cynthia found amazing, but I have told her before that if you just pretend like she's sleepy and feed her and walk her and turn out the lights, she's asleep in ten minutes!

Of course, I think it helps that I don't have the distraction of actually having food for her in my chest!

I was watching Back to the Future on TBS last night.

I had forgotten what a gem this movie is. It's so intricate, with thread upon thread, like my beloved Groundhog Day, it should be used in screenwriting classes as a perfect example of a well-structured script.

Plus, it was before my old pal Crispin Glover (have I mentioned 350,000 times yet that we went to grade school together?) became a caricature of himself. He is talented enough, though, that I believe with all of my heart that he will drag himself out of the tic-filled hole he has dug himself into.

I did think it was funny, though, that TBS considers "son-of-a-bitch" a phrase too foul to be put on the air, but just plain "bitch" is perfectly fine, which meant that we were treated to the bizarre line (Biff to Marty):

"You caused $200 worth of damage to my car you bitch, and I'm gonna take it out of your ass!"

A little jailhouse imagery that the screenwriter perhaps wasn't quite planning on?

Today's horoscope:
Have you hugged your kids today? Demonstrating your affection physically is a good idea. Get a little TLC yourself too.

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