Just thought I’d post that Evie rolled over on her own today for the first time. It’s pretty cool, except that it means soon she’ll be crawling, then walking then asking for keys to the car
So, when I was in 7th Grade my English teacher, Mrs. Daniels, taught us to remember how to spell sincerely. She said to remember that it it was spelled like a compound word: SinceRely. My sincerest apologies for the negative bent the more recent blog posts have had. I really should be writing happier stuff, funnier stuff and have more Abby and Evie posts.
I was chatting with a friend this morning and said that I realized that I was being negative. It is easy to be negative, especially when you think you’re being funny. Being funny and being negative are actually two dangerous things. You can be negative and you can be funny but you can be more of one than the other and the scales have tipped to mostly negative recently.
So I beg your forgiveness and hope that you will find it in your collective hearts (but seriously, if you collect hearts, um, where are you storing them? Do you have a walk in fridge?) to keep reading this funky blog and the silly stuff that spills from my fingers. Don’t worry, I have paper towels nearby to clean up the mess.
This morning Jessica showed me two pictures of different hair cuts. She was about to leave for her hair appointment so she wanted to have my backing on her choice to get a mohawk. OK, the pictures weren’t of mohawks. But they were of girls who had the exact same hair cut to me. They could have been twins, I swear. But they weren’t. In her detail oriented eyes they were different cuts with similar styling. To me in my hairblind eyes they were both blonde, both looked like they’d been airbrushed/photoshopped to death and were under studio lighting. Their hair? I didn’t care about that part of the picture because I was distracted by everything else.
Sometimes being a man is completely insane because I just can’t think clearly about what Jessica is presenting me. I think I’m going to use my digital camera for good [instead of evil?] next time and we’ll scan in the photos of the styles she likes and then shoot some pictures of her head in the same angle and then I’ll morph the pictures together so that we can pretend what Jessica would look like with her hair done by professional hairdressers every morning instead of by herself while Abby and Evie vie for attention
Mark Cuban, who is always referred to as the billionaire [apparently he doesn't have value as a human being outside of his money to the editors of every major publication], is in charge of several media production companies. He has been pushing to get movies out on DVD at the same time they’re put on the silver screens so as to reduce piracy. The theory (that I agree with) is that if you release things to the masses in multiple formats they are less likely to steal the content from somewhere else. Wired magazine interviewed an opponent of this idea, the CEO of AMC movie theaters. In short it is the silliest defense of ‘the old way’ I’ve read yet. Sure, its possible that Wired edited the guy to look like a moron, but if you look at the text its clear that something is not right about this guy’s logic.
First he’s saying that the theaters only want to carry the best products, by which he means movies, and that Mark Cuban’s company’s movie wasn’t quality enough for his theaters. Then he’s saying that ticket sales were down last year because the quality of the movies were down. But then he sites that the quality of the movies were derided by reviewers. Does he know why there are movie reviewers out there? Because there are so many movies released that the masses have to get help to know which ones might be worth their time. If fewer movies were released, but had quality behind them, then I think folks would be inclined to go see them and reviewers would review them well because they were quality movies. You can’t seriously tell me that a movie theater that played “Kung Pow: Enter the Fist!” has discernment to say no to ‘Bubble’, Cuban’s movie [let it be known I own Kung Pow, but I consider it to be a goofy movie that few would enjoy unless theyr'e goofy like me].
In short its a political move but he’s dancing around like Mike Tyson before he bites your ear. Or in this case, your pocketbook.
Two days ago Abby’s car seat started giving us serious grief and she rode him in the car with only a four point harness instead of 5 points. That was less than ideal but I disassembled part of it and tried to fix it. To no avail. So yesterday evening we dropped her off out our neighbors’ place for about an hour and ran over to Target (our favorite French store) and picked up a new one. Dang. Not only are there lots of options, but you can pay a lot of money for a really uncomfortable looking [and feeling] seat. Kudos to Target for having them at eye level so we could touch, smell and taste these expensive safety restraints.
We chose one that has cup holders. But in Abby’s case they’ll probably just hold her miniature stuffed animals most of the time
Jessica turns 28 today. In a week her mom will be 29 and a week after that her sister will be *cough – I feel old* 16.
I could probably write a long description of the wonders that are my daily life with Jessica, but then I wouldn’t be getting work done and a beautiful ode to my beautiful bride would lead to homelessness. So let me just say that I love her dearly and am looking forward to the next 28 years with her
I just had one of my friends’ sons ask me if I’d ever heard of a Robo-Raptor. Heck no. Of course not. No way. I’m 28. That is like asking me if I wear womens clothing with regularity (that too is supposed to be a rhetorically implied negative). I haven’t looked at the latest toys for (mostly) boys in years. And I sure don’t know what their names are. I think this officially puts me over the threshold of ‘twenty-something’ to ‘curmudgeonly-old-guy’. I’m OK with nose piercings, tattoos, iPods and various technological changes, but can we PLEASE have the OLD Legos back? You know the ones that were not kits of 30 special parts to make the dino-crapto-saurus? Let imagination and creativity be the focus not lifelike plastic replicas of things that may or may not have looked like modern artistic interpretations?
I remember when we used to walk barefoot through the snow because we liked it that way and it put hair on your chest (or in the case of women it was preparation for childbirth). OK, that’s a lie. I don’t remember that. I do however remember creativity was encouraged by teachers instead of test taking skills and television had scary Skeletor and not pansy claymation construction workers with talking tractors. Kids need a little fear in their lives. Now the closest thing to Skeletor they have is Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton.
This is an interesting blog post: Why You, Too, Should Cancel Cable. I don’t think that television is the embodiment of evil, but I do think that human beings (in all countries who have access to television) need to be a bit more discerning about what television they watch. I mean, think about it: you are giving them your time, and paying cable/satellite for it. I like Alton Brown, and that’s probably the most loyal I am to television, I record every episode of Good Eats. I watch it on my time and still don’t finish every episode because I’ve got important things to do. Like raise a family of amazingly well behaved and well adjusted women who will fight against the imballance of feminism and male dominant worldviews to seek out truth, love and better cheeses. But seriously, how much TV do you actually watch?
Thanks to Mr. Robinson for exposing me to this blog post.
My Grandfather-in-Law, Hiram Roach, the voice after whom the assistant coach character in the Movie Waterboy was modeled after has gone to be with Jesus. He died last night while everyone was sleeping. In our household we’re not sad. No, its not because were calous, but instead because we rejoice that his suffering is ended and he has gone to be with his savior, Jesus. It is hard to be sad when someone is not suffering any more and they are with God. Sure, he’ll be missed and his wife is probably broken hearted (we’ve been praying for her emotional well being), his children are sad, but in the eternal scheme of things he’s just beat us to the finish line temporarily
Update: I’m a remiss for not clarifying that Hiram died of cancer, but he’s been fighting various forms for about 5 years (to my recollection) so its good that its over.
…you need to put the word Compelling away. Just remove it from your vocabulary. Don’t write the word into another script, ad, or anti-Linux document. I’m compelled to reject anything you have to tell me after you use the word ‘compelling.’ No one else uses this word in real-life conversations. Other words I recommend you avoid include ‘masticate’, ‘super-duper’, ‘okey-dokey’ and ‘germane.’
However, if you use ‘plick’, ‘slick’, or ‘sick’ to describe your products I may listen more. Between bouts of laughter.