A hero ain’t nothin’ but a sandwich.One day I will meet Ron Moore, and I will kiss him on both cheeks like a brother. Thank you, thank you for saving science fiction from itself. Best. BSG. EVER. |
The big hat’s in the ring.Here’s a Presidential candidate I think we can all get behind in 2008. OR ELSE. |
A little hair of the dog.Despite her illness, Evie is back to shutterbugging tonight, and as usual her brother was her main Muse. “Stand over there.” “Now put your hand up like this.” We weren’t sure whether we should be pleased about bringing up the next Annie Leibowitz or worried about her creating a toddler-set Zoolander. We did like the way she photographed us together and cooed, “Aww! You guys are so cute together!”, just like a trained paparazzi, which set off our inner Oscar alarm a little early. Eleya started walking down the kitchen runner as if it were a red carpet, waving and throwing kisses at Ethan and a perplexed Abby. I did a backflip onto the couch to show my undying love, but I think I sprained something. Then she took this picture of her brother looking like he just rolled out of a paraphrenalia-strewn bed on the wrong side of town. We’re not posting it directly on the page because we hear that Social Services has a “three strike” rule for front-page incriminating photos of your toddlers, and there was that whole dust-up with Verne Troyer last year that Ethan would just as soon have behind him, thank you very much. But Evie’s application for the Rolling Stone internship? IN THE BAG, BABY! |
Day of the (walking) dead.Both the kids are down with double ear infections, as diagnosed by the doctor today… He prescribed them a different kind of 3-day regimen antibiotic, so hopefully they’ll feel some relief shortly, especially my poor little Evie who was complaining about her earache this morning. (Ethan doesn’t really ever complain about anything except when Mommy leaves without him to go somewhere.) I spent the whole weekend sick too, and sleepless to boot. I think I got a combined total of about ten hours of uninterrupted sleep over the last three nights. I am wrapping things up at work and going home to recuperate. I just hope Eleya can ward off the evil germs; one of us has to be at fighting strength to keep this ship afloat! |
Killer robots hit hard times in Tinseltown.And that’s when I knew, times are getting tough all over. (Thanks Karsten!) |
No “Doublemint” jokes, promise.It’s okay, Jesse, no one’s ever really ready, they just take it as it comes. Add clichés, rinse, repeat. In all seriousness, congratulations and best wishes to you both, and welcome to a wild but wonderful ride. |
But who’s watching the children?Yes, it’s true, I have yet another article out in this month’s RHM. Just another way to keep from having to repaint, and it’s working pretty well so far, let me tell you. |
How you know your daughter has watched “Star Wars” one time too many.At bedtime, after medicine for her persistent cough: “Good night, honey bunny.” “And daddy?” Conjunctions are all the rage with the preschool crowd. Life to them is one long run-on sentence, with no punctuation in sight. “What, sweetie?” “Maybe tomorrow my strength will return. But tonight it has failed.” |
