Yoyo King

Seb is attempting to be the yoyo king, I feel that all men should have a hobby.

After watching some pretty awesome yoyo tricks on youtube, Sebastians newest goal in life is Shaolin yoyo master. I made that name up, but it sounds appropriate for his eurasian-esque disposition.

If he can just get the yoyo to stop smashing into his hands, I think he just might do it.

Yesterday was our 2 year something something. You know, 2 years of something. as in 2 years of being.

We went to see that Pixar film, Wall-E with my kids and my mum. I thought it was going to be shit, and was not really looking forward to it, but mother assured me it was good, so I waited to see if she was right. She was right.

It was very very sweet, and surprisingly compelling for a movie with bugger all talking in it. And there were social messages, probably way over the heads of my kids, but I got it, human apathy, laziness, wastefulness, our lack of concern for our environment, our overbearing reliance on technology. It could be the ruin of us. Or vote Green.

And so then off to a party, where I talked about blogging with a writer friend of Seb's, and I was easily the oldest person in the room. And people talked about having a mean night out and getting on the waste, and there was a black dog called Shirley in a house in Grey Lynn, and Art on the walls, and general good behaviour.

And then home to bed.