Comandante Quetzel

Home all day, much work to do. Chilly outside too.

Daytime cartoons were on a lot today, PBS because we're a non-cable home, but I doubt that they’re bad for Ann, mainly because she doesn’t really pay attention most of the time. She draws, looks at books, plays with dolls, scatters blocks, and does a dozen other things while the TV is on, things that often involve leaving the room. Too many things for her to really be mesmerized by the box.

No, daytime cartoons are bad for me. Distracting, anyway. I find myself inventing sinister backstories for characters. Such as Quetzel, the grandfatherly dragon with a distinct Spanish accent. Sure, he’s kind to child dragons now, but he was reputedly a death squad commander as a young dragon during guerra de los Dragones. A terrible time in Dragonland indeed, spoken of in whispers by older dragons, forgotten by the young.