The voices in my head don't think they're imaginary - March 16th, 2008

Yes, there have been so many ways I've scarred my poor daughter's psyche. But having her wake up from a lazy Sunday nap on the couch to find "Tommy" playing on the DVR (and of course, in her half-asleep state, she's utterly unable to stop watching it, as she most certainly otherwise would) has to be the most heinous.

We've gotten past Tina Turner and the Acid Queen psychout. But I think we're going to have give Uncle Eddie a miss with the power of my mighty remote. Because that, combined with Roger Daltry's bad perm, is just way *too* much Ken Russell to expose her to.

I DO have some motherly scruples, you know?