Friday, May 12, 2006

Mother's Day

Sunday is Mother’s Day. What better way to say “I Love You” to my mother, Honey Mustard for being such a damn-fine mother (and wife) to The Peanut Butter & The Jelly, and all the mothers of the world than do give one of my patented (in my mind at least) holiday posts.

I will be posting my more serious, more loving, and more caring homage to my mother and my wife on Sunday. Watch for it.

Did you know?

  • That in 1872, Julia Ward Howe (who wrote the words to the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’, btw) suggested the idea of a celebration of Mothers?
  • That it was Miss Anna Jarvis of Philadelphia, who began a letter-writing campaign to a variety of influential people that made Mother's Day a national holiday? In 1907 Anna persuaded her mother's church in Grafton, West Virginia to celebrate Mother's Day on the second anniversary of her mother's death, the 2nd Sunday of May. By the next year, 1908, Mother's Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia.
  • That In 1910 the first Mother's Day proclamation was issued by the governor of West Virginia? Oklahoma celebrated Mother's Day that year as well.
  • That by 1911 every state observed Mother's Day?
  • That The Mother's Day International Association was incorporated on December 12, 1912, with the sole purpose of furthering meaningful observations of Mother's Day?
  • That Mother’s Day became an “official” holiday in May of 1913? The US House of Representatives unanimously adopted a resolution requesting the President, his Cabinet, members of Congress, and all officials of the federal government to wear a white carnation on Mother's Day. Congress followed with a Joint Resolution on May 8, 1914 that designated the second Sunday in May to be Mother's Day.
  • That Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia and Belgium celebrate Mother's Day on the same day as the US?
  • That other countries throughout the world celebrate Mother's Day as well, just not on the same day?
  • That the earliest Mother's Day celebrations can be traced back to the spring celebrations of ancient Greece in honor of Rhea, the Mother of the Gods?
  • That the traditional US Mother's Day flower is a carnation? Pink to represent love for mothers, white to honor those mothers who are no longer living.
  • That one in four will forget Mother’s Day… and will never hear the end of it for the rest of their natural life...

Statistics about Mothers Day (Source: US Census Bureau)

  • There are about 82.5 million mothers in the US
  • Approximately 96% of American consumers take part in Mother's Day in some manner.
  • Mother's Day is widely reported as the peak day of the year for long distance telephone calls. (Reach out and guilt someone…)
  • Retailers report that Mother's Day is the second highest gift-giving holiday in the US… can you guess which is #1?
  • In 2002, 55% of American women with children were in the workforce (up from 31% in 1976, yet down from 59% in 1998)

Some Movies (some good, some mediocre, some ‘meh’) about Moms

Some really, really, really bad movies about mom

Some books about/for mothers

Some sage advice handed down by mothers throughout the years:

  • Always change your underwear, you never know when you'll have an accident.
  • Don't make that face or it'll freeze in that position.
  • You’ll shoot your eye out.
  • Be careful or you'll put your eye out.
  • What if everyone jumped off a cliff? Would you do it, too?
  • You have enough dirt behind those ears to grow potatoes!
  • Close that door! Were you born in a barn?
  • If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
  • Don't put that in your mouth; you don't know where it's been!

Quotes and such about mothers:

  • God could not be everywhere, so he made mothers – Jewish proverb
  • “I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.” - Abraham Lincoln
  • “There was never a great man who had not a great mother” - Oliver Schreiner
  • “A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie”. ~ Tenneva Jordan
  • “The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new” – Rajneesh
  • “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body” - Elizabeth Stone
  • “My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.” - George Washington
  • “My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it” –Mark Twain
  • “A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take.” - Cardinal Mermillod
  • “Mothers all want their sons to grow up to be president, but they don't want them to become politicians in the process.” - John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Strange, but true, fact(s) about Mother’s Day:

  • In Serbia, Mother's Day is observed two weeks before Christmas and is called "Materice". ON this day, boys and girls tiptoe into their mother's bedroom and tie her up. When she wakes up, she is surprised to find herself all tied up (shouldn’t be if it’s a yearly tradition), and begs the children to untie her while promising to give them little gifts which she has hidden under her pillow.

How to say “Happy Mother’s Day” in:

  • Spanish: ‘Feliz día de la madre’
  • German: ‘Glücklicher Muttertag’
  • Italian: ‘Giorno felice delle madri’
  • French: ‘Jour heureux de mères’
  • Latin: ‘Gauisus Matris dies’

Mental iPod Song of the Day: Mother’s Day edition. “That's All Right, Mama” by Elvis Presley, from the album “The Sun Studios Story”

Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.

That's all right now mama, anyway you do

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

FAQ's, or rather, FAQ

When I whined about no one asking me questions in last weeks Random Thoughts, Sarah evidently felt sorry for me (Whoo-hoo!! Pity!) and asked me a two-part question, so here’s my answer:

What are your five favorite books and what five books should I read?

My five favorite books are:

  1. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  2. Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters
  3. Walden by Henry David Throeau
  4. The Art of War by Sun Tzu
  5. The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Five books that you should read (assuming you've read TKAM & some Shakespeare):

  1. The Art of War by Sun Tzu – not just a war strategies book anymore.
  2. Blue Highways by William Yeast-Heat Moon – an incredible look into Americana. Somewhat dry at times, yet still a must-read.
  3. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller – my brother’s favorite book. He forced me to read it years ago and I was not disappointed. Neither will you.
  4. On the Road by Jack Kerouac – Best. Road-trip book. Ever.
  5. Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson – Best. Drug & Road-trip book. Ever.

I have more books that I think should be required reading for people, in case you care: The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, Beowolf, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, Night by Elie Wiesel, The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri, The Harry Potter series (don't laugh, they're good and are getting better with each progressive book) Undaunted Courage, Band of Brothers & D-Day by Stephen Ambrose and the early works of Michael Crichton (before he sold out) such as The Andromeda Strain, The Terminal Man, The Great Train Robbery and Jurassic Park.

I considered doing this as a meme and tagging people such as Scott, CP X 2, Mr Big Dubya, MetroDad, Croutonboy, Becky, Roger, QofS, Gidge, a few others (who shall rename nameless… but you know who you are) and Sarah, but I decided against it (wow, that was a huge collective sigh of relief I just heard)

But I am still going to throw this question out to all of my loyal readers out there... assuming I have a couple...

What are your five favorite books and what five books should I read?

A Day, and night, apart: the conclusion

[Camera Shot: A beautiful spring day]

We follow The Peanut Butter as she gets out of the Explorer, runs to the front door (all so she can see her sister) and walks into her grandmother's house.

[Camera change: inside house] The PB’s Aunt tells her that her sister is playing in the backyard. The camera follows The PB as she bolts to the back door, swings it open and runs out...

[Camera change: outside] The Jelly is swinging with her cousin, Little Man, when she sees her sister come leaping out the door.

Their eyes meet [cue music] and as The J sees the PB, she jumps off the swing as they both start running towards one another...[music tempo increases]

They hug... camera pans around them...

They are together again...

[End Scene]

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

A day, and night, apart: Part 2

Last night, The Jelly started whimpering that she missed her sissy and wanted to see her.

Not more than 30 seconds later, Honey Mustard calls because The Peanut Butter was whimpering that she missed her sissy and wanted to see her.

That twins connection is a sight to see... I mean a sight to see...

Anyhow, The Peanut Butter has been released from the hospital earlier this morning and is currently speeding home to pick up The Jelly. Updates of their reunion will be carried here live, when they happen (or at least when I hear about them from HoMu)

And HoMu, The PB & The J and I want to thank all of you who left a comment or sent an email wishing us all well. We truly appreciate it.

Monday, May 08, 2006

A day, and night, apart

I am nervous today… and a little sad.

The Peanut Butter is having an EEG today (as part of a second opinion) to see why she has developed a “seizure disorder.” (She has had 4 seizures in the past, 3 of which were febrile, meaning they were due to an incredibly high fever, the 4th was not)

She is staying overnight at Children’s Memorial Hospital in Chicago with Honey Mustard and I am at-home with The Jelly.

I am nervous because I am hoping that this test will show something that was missed the last time she had this done (which took place at home) and may help with the treatment of the disorder.

I am sad because I won’t see HoMu and The Peanut Butter for 2 days.

But I am sadder more so because of The Jelly. While putting them to bed last night, The J started to cry because we were packing a bag for HoMu and The PB. She didn’t want her sister to leave without her, she wanted to go too, and at (almost) four years of age…she can’t really comprehend why she can’t go along.

It took a while, but we got The J settled down, and they both fell to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

This morning, things were quiet.

At least until HoMu and The PB were ready to leave.

That’s when The PB gave The J a hug goodbye… and that’s when The J lost it and started sobbing (not a whimper mind you, but one of those break-parent’s-hearts type of cry) her eyes out.

This of course started The PB crying… which in turn started HoMu crying.

All three of them… in the family room…crying…

And there’s me… standing there, attempting to be the strong, father/husband type and not cry…

They left, and The J settled down. I then dropped off The J to preschool and she held onto my hand tight and refused to let go (which she has NEVER done before… but, of course, her sister is always with her)

She finally released my hand from her death grip (I’ll never blog again… oh wait…) when she saw her favorite teacher come in… and then one of her friends. At that point it was like… ‘Daddy? Daddy who?’

I have a few questions here; would I be a total wimp-ass if I did cry when the three of them were crying?

Why don’t children come with protective coverings and virus-protection? Like a computer…

Does it count if I were to cry in my car when no one is around?

How can I get my sheets their whitest?

UPDATE: I spoke with The PB earlier on the phone, and the first question out of her
mouth was "How's sissy?' The connection they have with each other is incredible.

Friday, May 05, 2006

FYI

Just in case you didn't know; mother’s day is quickly approaching in a little over a week.

Tell your friends, siblings and anyone else who has a habit of forgetting important things like this.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Finally!

Two years after some diehard (read: obsessed) fans ridiculed George Lucas for releasing the 2004 digitally modified versions of the celebrated “Star Wars” trilogy only; the original theatrical versions of the first three films (Episode IV: A New Hope, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back & Episode VI: Revenge Return of the Jedi) are being released to DVD on September 12, 2006.

I liked the modified versions, and had the original trilogy in a VHS (How many readers are asking ‘what’s the hell is VHS??’) boxed set and really didn’t see any reason to get in a tither (or a lather) about the DVD release only being the modified versions.

Having said that, I am thrilled that the original versions are being released and you can BET that I will be one of the first people in my area to purchase them…

The only thing I dislike about all of this is 20th Century Fox and Lucas Films is pulling a (Evil Empire) Disney on us by only offering the DVD’s until December 31, 2006.

That’s wrong… or, in ‘Yoda-ese’; ‘Wrong, that is.”

(Somber) Mental iPod Song of the Day

I think regular readers of this blog know that I am very political, but that I try to keep those posts saved for my Poli-Blog with my bestest friend Scott, but since I like to post Mental iPod songs of the day on this one, I thought that I would combine the two today, so forgive me for going somber with today's song.

Today is the 36th Anniversary of the Vietnam War protests at Kent State University in Ohio that resulted in National Guard troops firing into the crowd and killing four students, and injuring 12.

In honor of that, today’s mental iPod song of the day is “Ohio”, by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young.

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon

  • If you haven’t done so already, get your butts over to Draft Day Suit… pronto. As I’ve said before, ‘it’s a moral imperative.’
  • Mmmmmmm... Scotch whiskey.
  • This is just sad and pathetic: two of three Americans age 18-24 cannot find Iraq on the map. Close to a third couldn’t locate the state of Louisiana, and “fewer than three in 10 think it important to know the locations of countries in the news.” Nice...
  • AAAAAHHHH!!!!!! Ben Affleck… as Captain Kirk?? Shoot me now...
  • Nobody ever asks me questions... sniff, sniff...
  • Salary.com commissioned a report that concluded (obviously to most) a full-time, stay-at-home mom “would earn $134,121 a year if paid for all her work.” A mother who also works outside the home would earn an extra $85,876. Great! Now I can quit my job and realize my dream of blogging all day long...
  • President Bush wants the military to develop a laser weapon. No word if he also wants “Sharks with frickin' laser beams on their heads..."
  • Oh come on you have got to be kidding me... a TV show where Mr. T will traipse (does Mr. T. traipse?) across the country dispensing advice?? What’s next? Rosie O’Donnell on “The View”? Huh? What’s that??? Really?? Eewwwwww...
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “link:promo.crownroyal.com”, “how tunes six hundred twenty five thousand lyrics”, “mockingbirds do nothing but to sing for us”, “NCTNA Bracket”, “twins naps”, “"west wing"”, “"mardi gras movies"”, “meaning of overkill by Colin Hay”, “mae west naked” (this one puzzles and disturbs me)
  • Though I have to admit, as Pete Schrager’s said in a Fox Sports.com column; “Telling a guy that Rosie O'Donnell is joining the cast of “The View” is pretty much the same as telling a lizard that Tony Snow is the President's new press secretary. It makes absolutely no difference in either species' world.” "Ouch, that's gotta hoit"
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest word or phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’is: ‘steroids’
  • Gratuitous blog plug of the week is (and you’ve had to have seen this coming): Draft Day Suit
  • As celebration of news that Johnny Cash’s final album, American V: A Hundred Highways will be released July 4th

Monday, May 01, 2006

Something new this way comes...

Pssssst... There’s a new Sports Blog out there in the ‘blogosphere’ that is loaded with awe-inspiring and mind-numbing talent.

It’s called Draft Day Suit and it’s ‘wicked cool.’

Check it out, it's a moral imperative.

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Note: Never try to 'fib' when your kids are around

Yesterday, after picking up The PB & The J from daycare, Honey Mustard decided to swing through Dairy Queen to get them a Star treat (a popular thing for the three of them to do on Fridays)

That night (out of curiosity) I asked HoMu if she had gotten anything there.

She said "no."

The PB immediately said... "Yes you did Mommy, you got a crunch cone."

BUS-TED!

Let that be today's lesson for all of us... never... ever... tell a fib when your kids are around. They will bust you and bust you good.

It's almost as good as having a conscience...

Friday, April 28, 2006

Shout Out!

I would be remiss if I were to miss giving a Shout-out today to the author of my favorite book; To Kill a Mockingbird.

Today is Harpee Lee’s 80th birthday, and in honor of that, I present to you a little bio of her life, and a brief analysis of her famed novel. To see a snippet of her novel, go on over to my Poetry and Literature blog.

Nelle Harper Lee was born on April 28 1926 in Monroeville Alabama, the youngest of four children of Amasa Coleman Lee and Frances Finch Lee. She attended Huntingdon College, studied law at University of Alabama (while attending there she wrote for several student publications and also spent a year as editor of the campus humor magazine, "Rammer-Jammer") She didn’t finish her law degree but did stud one year at Oxford University before moving to New York in 1950, where she got a job as a reservation clerk with an airline. She gave up her job, moved into a tiny NYC apartment and concentrated on her writing.

In 1957 Miss Lee submitted a manuscript to the J. B. Lippincott Company that contained a series of short stories about life in the South. Told that her novel consisted of a series of short stories strung together and thusly was hard to understand, she was told to re-write it, which she did for the next two and a half years with the help of her editor, Tay Hohoff.

In 1960 To Kill a Mockingbird was published.

It was Lee’s only book and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1961 and, in 1999, was voted “Best Novel of the Century” in a poll conducted by the Library Journal (which is a trade publication for librarians that was founded by Melvil Dewey, who you may know as the father of the Dewey decimal system)

In 1959 Ms. Lee accompanied her good friend Truman Capote to Holcombe, KS to work as a research assistant for one of Capote's novels. That novel, published in 1966, was In Cold Blood, and it has dedications to Jack Dunphy and Harper Lee.

To Kill a Mockingbird is set in Maycomb, Alabama, in the 1930’s with many of the settings and characters being drawn from Lee’s life; Finch was the maiden name of Lee's mother and the character of Dill was drawn from Capote, Lee's childhood friend. The novel can, at it’s core, be seen as a coming-of-age story that it told from the point of view of Jean Louise “Scout” Finch, the young daughter of Atticus Finch, an educated lawyer in a small fictional town in the South. Throughout the novel Scout is accompanied by her brother Jem and their mutual friend Dill (who was modeled after Lee’s good friend Truman Capote)

The title of the book is taken from Atticus's advice to his children about firing their air rifles at birds, stating in the book: "Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird". While the blue jay is a common bird, and is often perceived as a bully and a pest, mockingbirds do nothing but “sing their hearts out for us.”

Metaphorically, several of the book's characters can be seen as "mockingbirds" (Tom Robinson and Boo Radley), because they are constantly attacked despite having nothing but goodness in them, therefore the mockingbird represents innocence, and to kill one is to metaphorically kill innocence.

During the humorous and sad events of the novel, Scout and Jem learn a lesson in good and evil, and compassion and justice. As Scout's narrative goes on, the reader begins to realize that Scout will never kill a mockingbird and, more importantly, become racist. While Scout tells her story in her own language, she also analyzes people and their actions from the viewpoint of an already grown-up, mature person.

Part of the story’s emphasis is that children are born with an instinct for justice and absorb prejudices in the socialization process.

According to today's The Writer's Almanac, the novel sells about a million copies every year, and has sold over thirty million copies since its publication. In 1963, a scant three years after its publication, it was being taught in 8% of U.S. public middle schools and high schools. Today that figure is closer to 80%, with William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet" & "Macbeth" and Mark Twain's "Huckleberry Finn"being the only novels that are read by more high school students.

If you haven't read the book (or seen the equally impressive movie starring Gregory Peck), pick up a copy and read/watch it. You WILL NOT be dissapointed.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon

  • Been busy the past few days and didn’t have time to blog. Can’t tell you why yet…
  • Yeah... this sounds like a good idea...
  • Does anyone really care that Ryan Seacrest and Paula Abdul (both of American Idol “fame”) aren’t speaking to each other??? I know I sure as hell don’t.
  • As Sarah mentioned in her blog, she and I are starting up a Sports Blog. Why? Cuz you can never A: have too many blogs to read and B: read too much opinions from ‘crazed’ sports fans. We have some excellent people joining us, and as soon as we can get all our ducks in a row, we’ll throw a HUGE launch party... and by HUGE I mean myself... and by launch party I mean lunch at my desk...
  • Anyone want to go in with me to buy this? Think about it... we name it after our blogs and our traffic would go through the roof.
  • Headlines that write themselves after you hear this story: “Cyclone Monica blowing Australia – Bill Clinton en route” Got an idea for your own headline? Leave it as a comment.
  • Never... ever... try to take donuts from a cop.
  • The last few weeks of The West Wing have been spectacular... and there are only three more episodes left.
  • HoneyMustard and I were planning on getting our oldest nephew a black 30GB iPod for his 8th grade graduation, his birthday and his confirmation, but his Dad (who hasn’t seen him or his other two kids since walking out on my sister-in-law three years ago) got him a Nano for his birthday (seems my sister in law may have inadvertently told her ex.’s sister that we were planning on getting him an iPod) My thought is that he couldn’t stand me being a father-figure to his kid (which I and another brother-in-law have been since before he even left) and wanted to strike first. Is it wrong that I’m pissed about this?
  • Is it wrong that upon hearing that news I immediately thought that a LOT of places are giving away Nanos for free when you sign-up for something?
  • Lumpyhead’s mom tagged me to reveal something about Sarah that other people may not know and is weird. Well, the only thing I can think of is one that everyone knows but that I find very weird; she’s a Bucs fan... Ewwwww.
  • MetroDad and Scott still haven’t responded to my ‘6 weird’ tag. Shame, shame, shame...
  • Interesting story about the demographics of “Democratic” bloggers. They also polled Republicans but I can’t comment on that one because my computer doesn’t go that far to the right [rimshot]... kidding, that... that was a joke.
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “blog plug create folder by date”… that’s it… one lousy search phrase since last Wednesday?? Son of a...
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest word or phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’ (if that ever happens again…) is: ‘Pussy Galore’
  • Today’s gratuitous and spontaneous blog plug is: Savage Stories
  • Today’s mental iPod song of the day is: “Hung my Head” by Johnny Cash, from his album “American IV: The Man Comes Around”
Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle
And sat on a hill
I saw a lone rider
Crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practice my aim

My brother's rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse, he kept running
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

set off running
To wake from the dream
My brother's rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on running
Into the south lands
That's where they found me
My head and my hands

The sheriff he asked me
Why had I run
And then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one piece of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

Here in the court house
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in the chair
Explain to the court room
What went through you mind
And we'll ask the jury
What verdict they find

I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on a hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain

And he'd come to fetch me
To see what they'd done
And we'd ride together
To kingdom come
I prayed for god's mercy
For soon I'd be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Thursday Morning

  • Whoo-hoo!! I made a Dadcentric post… I have arrived baby; “Things are going to start happening to me now.”
  • Personal message to Bill Bidwell, owner of the Chicago/St Louis/Arizona/ Phoenix /Arizona Cardinals, Even if you build a $450 million dollar stadium, fans still won’t come if the teams sucks… do you NOT remember your attempt at that philosophy in St. Louis?? Remember how that turned out??
  • One question Tom: Suri?
  • Good advice. MSNBC has a list of 59 things a man should NEVER do after 30… thank God “Start a blog” isn’t one of them…
  • Which is worse, a child’s vomit on your clothes, or a child’s vomit on your face?
  • One question Brooke: Grier?
  • Thank God the hockey season is over for us St Louis Blues fans. Maybe now that there’s a new owner on the horizon, maybe next year they could actually, I don’t know… compete.
  • My vote is for face. Just don’t ask me how I came to that opinion.
  • Too many family things in April: Mine and Honey Mustard’s anniversary, father-in-law’s birthday, my mom’s birthday, Honey Mustard’s grandma’s birthday, one of her uncle’s birthdays, one of her sister’s birthdays, her parent’s anniversary and a nephew’s birthday. Sheesh. And coming in May; the same nephew graduates from 8th grade AND makes confirmation, my brother’s girlfriend graduates from Law School and The PB & The J turn four. Double sheesh.
  • Happy Birthday to Spanish painter Joan Miró, born on this date in 1893 (he died December 25, 1983). One of my favorite Spanish artists, see examples of his work HERE and HERE.
  • Strange… but true? Go to http://www.google.com/, type in the word ‘failure’, hit the “I’m feeling lucky” button and see what pops up.
  • Moment of seriousness: Yesterday was the 11th Anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. (I was in college at the time, and at the moment it blew I was – as was customary for my roommate and I – drinking coffee and watching SportsCenter before my 10:00 class; Psychology of Speech. ESPN interrupted the show and I turned on CNN as my first thought was about my family in Norman; 2 of who worked in OK-City) 168 people died from this act of “domestic terrorism” and, like the thousands of victims of 9/11, they must never be forgotten.
  • I think Mr. Big Dubya is mad at me for tagging him...
  • MSN’s list of TV’s Greatest talk-show hosts. Nice list, but one question though… Arsenio Hall??
  • The return of ‘payola’… Allan Freed must be so proud.
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “wreck of the edmund fitzgerald date”, “but i shot a man in reno just to watch hm die johnny cash”, “monoamniotic twins”, “Dr.Ismail, University of Chicago, IL”, “traveling in the first trimester”, “lach twins”, “Vince-Coleman tarp”, “claymation ultrasound”, “anheuser busch eagle sign” (wow, rather dull week wasn’t it?)
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest word or phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’ is: emasculation
  • Today’s gratuitous and spontaneous blog plug is: Childsplayx2.Today’s mental iPod song of the day is: ‘Seasons of Love’ from the Broadway Cast Recording of “Rent”
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?

In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?

How About Love?
How About Love?
How About Love?
Measure In Love

Seasons of Love.
Seasons of Love.

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man?

In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate Remember A Year In The
Life Of Friends

Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Measure In Love

Oh you got to remember the love,
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure, measure your life in love.
RENT Seasons Of Love Lyrics

Monday, April 17, 2006

Revolution # 6

Number six... number six... number six... number six...

Sorry, listening to "The Beatles White Album"...

I was tagged by Sarah with another 'meme' (Thanks... appreciate it btw. All I can say is just wait... revenge, like calamari, is best served cold...)

I was hoping that this whole ‘meme’ thing was as dead as Dillinger. Unfortunately, no such luck.

What exactly is this meme Kemp? I’m glad you asked, this is the meme where you say six "weird" things that people don't know about you then tag six other people. Weird is in the eye of the beholder... what some may find strange may not be strange to someone else... so I'm just gonna toss some 6 things you may not know about me... you decide the level of weirdness...

  1. I hate, detest, abhor and loathe camping… and pretty much nature in general. “Nature, like a woman, will seduce you with its sights and its scents and its touch, and then it breaks your ankle, also like a woman.” And by nature I mean the woodsy/outdoorsy thing, not outside on my patio smoking a cigar and drinking a scotch or outside playing with The PB & The J.
  2. I like Broadway musicals and show tunes. My favorites are “Les Misérables”, “Rent”, “The Phantom of the Opera” and “South Pacific.” Eclectic… isn’t it?
  3. I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die… wait, that’s Johnny Cash… wait… I’ve used that line on this blog before haven’t I? My bad. Uh… here’s the real one: I have the best lawn of anyone in my neighborhood… an obsession I learned from my father.
  4. I used to be a big fan of the Archie comic books. Not the full-sized comics, the ‘digests.’ I still have them (approx. 310 of them) packed away for the off chance they are worth something some day.
  5. I rear-ended another car 5 days after my 18th birthday (and a week after getting a speeding ticket for going 87 in a 55) because I was watching a woman jogging down the street wearing a sports bra, short-shorts and little else. In my defense, it was a family tradition as my Dad did the same thing when he was 17… but he rear-ended a cement truck, so I did a little better than he did.
  6. My favorite guilty pleasure movies are “Tommy Boy” & “Weekend at Bernie’s.” Don’t ask me why I like them, I honestly couldn’t tell you… it’s just something about them

Now… who’s next on this cavalcade of banal inanity???

Tag!!! You’re it!!!!

Oh well... four is better than none.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

It's the little things...

Saturday… first lawn mowing of the season.

Pull the chord and the mower starts on the first try... whoo-hoo!!!!!

Life is good.

Friday, April 14, 2006

A meandering post

Couple of things today:

Honey Mustard asked me a question this morning.

After The Jelly asked me if she could play with my Palm Pilot and then my iPod, my wife asked, “How many 3 ½ year olds know what an iPod and a Palm Pilot are?”

My first thought was… quite a few actually.

But the more I think about it, I’m not so sure. So I decided to ask my blog-friends (or Bloends as I call you… which sounds a little dirty doesn’t it? How about Blogends? Blends? I could combine blog and amigo and I can call all of you blomigos. That’s it, that’s the winning entry right there’ blogmigos)

So I decided to ask my blomigos this question:

How many toddlers do YOU think know about PDA’s, iPods (or other MP3 players) and cell phones?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Secondly; Becky isn’t the only one with a ‘ghetto’ park near her house. We have a few parks near our house and one that The PB and The J really like is located near the river. We went there the other day but were unable to play because there were “big kids” there. And by ‘big kids’ I mean kids who are in high school and should have no use for a playground/park. The little kids, about 20 of them including my two, couldn’t play on the slides because the big kids were on top of the slide (and it was creaking and shaking) and blocking the kids from getting to the slide.

Ditto for the swings. And the jungle gym. And everything else. The other parents were sitting there, their kids whining because they couldn’t slide, and weren’t saying a damn thing.

Now, as most of you could probably guess, I am not one to hold my tongue, even if it’s a group of high school students who obviously have too much time on their hands that they have to hang out at a park.

So I said something.

Something along the lines of, “My daughters and all these other kids want to slide so get your fat ass off of there and out of the way,” (I may be paraphrasing a bit) and followed that up with a classic line from the Cosby Show: “I am probably the only adult who will sue little children.”

Actually it was more like "please move, my kids want to go down the slide." Have to be an example for The PB and The J.

They didn’t move. So all the kids and parent’s left, we left and I’m left wondering: “Was I like that in high school? Was I that much of a jackass?”

I don’t think I was. How about all of you? Would you have been like that or would you have gotten down and allowed the kids to play?

I’m just curious.

No sooner did we start walking away, the kid on top of the slide (it was a big slide about 8 feet off the ground) who I surmise was the leader, promptly fell off the slide and started crying like one of the toddlers they just chased away.

Is it wrong that I enjoyed that immensely?

I am off work this afternoon and will be busy the next few days doing yard work (that lawn isn’t going to mow itself… yet), getting ready for Easter (those Easter Eggs won’t dye themselves… yet) and waiting for the plumber (that leak won’t… well, you know the rest).

So I want to wish all of you and yours a very joyous Passover and a very Happy Easter.

BTW, coming Monday, be on the lookout for Kemp’s patented Holiday-post for Easter and find out all you ever wanted to know about the Easter holiday but were afraid to ask.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon

  • Here's a movie cast we should all be afraid of: Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence & John Travolta starring together in a movie called Wild Hogs, about middle-aged men who form a motorcycle gang and then have to face off against the Hells Angels. Good God… just shoot me now. If this movie gets made, it will signal the apocalypse.
  • Damn glad I don’t wear contact lenses.
  • Today is the 25th Anniversary of the first shuttle launch. I remember getting up early to watch it take-off. I was seven... I was seven… Son of a bit** I’m getting old. Damn… I need to buy a sportscar…
  • Took this from Fark. Here’s a list of some of the weirdest USB gadgets out there. I don’t know about you, but personally, I don’t know how I’ve lived my life without a flash drive shaped like a piece of sushi.
  • I was watching TV last night with The Jelly sitting next to me (I think HoMu was subjecting me to American Idol) and I saw something on the screen that made me groan, and I said ‘Oh my…’ and before I could say the next word, The Jelly said, perfectly, ‘…goodness.’ Yep, she and The PB are my kids, next thing you know they’ll be saying things like ‘D’oh’ and ‘Nice.’ Wait, they already do that…
  • I agree with Sarah. “Higglytown Heroes” are a bunch of hooey and I am SO glad that The Peanut Butter & The Jelly are not into them.
  • I’ve learned how to add feeds to bloglines, and I’ve learned how to create folders in Bloglines so it’s now an organized mess. But, I still don’t know how to make myself ‘public’ on there so people can see what I’ve subscribed to (as if anyone would care)… can anyone out there help a blogger-brotha’ out?
  • My hatred of Brett Favre is growing with each pasing day. Personally, if I were the Packers, after he AND his agent said; ‘what are they going to do, cut me?’, I would have cut his pompous ass… and I think some Packers fans are starting to agree with me. Sarah, I KNOW you have to have an opinion on this…
  • After 1 week, my fantasy baseball team is in First place at 9-0. I should screen save it for posterity as I am sure this will be the last time for that.
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: "aston kutcher twin brother", “Pemberton hall eastern ill”, “eds squirrel pamplona video”, “NEW BUSCH STADIUM COMPUTER WALLPAPER” (I don’t know why they were yelling), “jimmy kemp” (no idea who this is… anyone?), “clydesdales cardinals”, “BUSCH STADIUM DEMOLITION” (again, don’t know why they were yelling), “ultra sound of identical twins”, “movie quote 'here till thursday try the veal'”, “fairmont city IL spanish radio” (this one worries me as this is the small town outside of East St Louis where I was born), “Mary Hawkins + EIU”, “nine presidents did not attend college”, “nervous about being a father of twins” (I’m sure reading this blog helped him overcome that…)
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest word or phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’ is: ‘Omnes una manet nox’ (that’s Latin baby!)
  • Today’s gratuitous and spontaneous blog plug is: I’d Like to Buy a Vowel
  • Today’s mental iPod song of the day is: ‘Any Road’ by George Harrison, from his final album: “Brainwashed”
Oh I've been traveling on a boat and a plane
In a car on a bike with a bus and a train
Traveling there and traveling here
Everywhere in every gear

But oh Lord we pay the price with a
Spin of a wheel - with a roll of a dice
Ah yeah you pay your fare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there

And I've been traveling through the dirt and the grime
From the past to the future through the space and the time
Traveling deep beneath the waves
In watery grottoes and mountainous caves

But oh Lord we've got to fight
With the thoughts in the head with the dark and the light
No use to stop and stare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there

You may not known where you came from
May not know who you are
May not have even wondered
How you got this far

I've been traveling on a wing and a prayer
By the skin of my teeth by the breadth of a hair
Traveling where the four winds blow
With the sun on my face - in the ice and the snow

But oooeeee it's a game
Sometimes you're cool, sometimesyou're lame
Ah yeah it's somewhere
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there

But oh Lord we pay the price
With the spin of the wheel with the roll of the dice
Ah yeah, you pay your fare
And if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there

I keep traveling around the bend
There was no beginning, there is no end
It wasn't born and never dies
There are no edges, there is no size
Oh yeah, you just don't win
It's so far out - the way out is in
Bow to God and call him Sir
But if you don't know where you're going
Any road will take you there

Monday, April 10, 2006

First game at new Busch Stadium...


Wish I was there...

Shout-out

On this date in 1970, Paul McCartney announced that The Beatles, after a 10-year run that included 20 number-one Billboard songs (including occupying the first five slots of the Billboard Hot 100 on April 4, 1964 – a feat that has never been accomplished by anyone else) were breaking up.

The group had not performed in public since January 1969, when they gave their famous (and oft-imitated) impromptu concert on the roof of their Apple recording studios in London.

Their final album, Let it Be, was released shortly after the announcement.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Blogheadlines...

Like Sarah did with me the other day, I am blatantly stealing this from Becky at I’d Like to Buy a Vowel.

But when you get a nice line like this handed to you on a platter, you have to take it.

This is the best news headline I’ve seen in a while:


Ya know, that wouldn’t happen to people if they left Smurfette alone…

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon - Thursday Edition

A day late... but not a dollar short.

  • Really NBC… is this really who you want hosting your morning “News” show… someone who moonlights as a game show host?? Why not just bring J. Fred Muggs back??
  • Sarah asks if 11:40 in the morning is too early to drink. My response was; ‘not if you have twins.’
  • How random can thoughts be if one has to think about them first?
    Does anyone else besides me want to smack the hell out of the duo from those annoying VW commercials?
  • Are the two of them more or less annoying than the 80’s Energizer guy? That’s a tough call.
  • I love my kids.
  • I usually find her writing’s pushy and obnoxious, but the Chicago Tribune’s TV blogger nails it in her scathing comments about NBC today.
  • Sad… very, very sad… Note to The PB & The J… don’t even think about dressing like that when you are 10…
  • Random “The Simpsons” quote: “I wish we lived in a place more like the America of yesteryear that only exists in the brains of us Republicans.” – Ned Flanders
  • I hate to admit it, but I thought Gene Pitney was already dead. RIP GP.
  • The 2006 NFL schedule has been released… GO RAMS!!
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “lyrics "I once shot a man in Reno just to watch him die"”, “leprechaun the fugitive”, “nickname for wednesday=hump day”, “Cash Bash”, “Irish saint twins”, “simpsons quotes politics”, “sahd”, “monoamniotic pregnancy and yolk sac”, “fatherhood spanish”, “who provide the voice for Stewie Griffin twin” (actor/playwrite Wallace Shawn btw)
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’ is: ‘kwyjibo’
  • Today’s gratuitous and spontaneous blog plug is: Mr. Big Dubya
  • Today’s Mental iPod song of the day is ‘They Don’t Know’ by Tracey Ullman.

You've been around for such a long time now
Oh, maybe I could leave you but I don't know how
And why should I be lonely every night
When I could be with you, oh yes you make it right
And I don't listen to the guys who say
That you're bad for me and I should turn you away

Cause they don't know 'bout us
They've never heard of love

I get a feeling when I look at you
Wherever you go now I wanna be there too
They say we're crazy but I just don't care
And if they keep on talkin', still they get nowhere
So I don't mind if they don't understand
When I look at you and you hold my hand

Cause they don't know 'bout us
They've never heard of love

(do do-do-do)
Why should it matter to us if they don't approve
(do do-do-do)
We should just take our chances while we've got nothin' to lose

Baby

There's no need for living in the past
Now I've found a love, I'm gonna make it last
I tell the others don't bother me
Cause when they look at you they don't see what I see
No I don't listen to their wasted lines
Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs

Cause they don't know 'bout us
They've never heard of love

No I don't listen to their wasted lines
Got my eyes wide open and I see the signs

Cause they don't know 'bout us
They've never heard of love

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Pottery & Leather

No random thoughts today as I am only working half a day. Why you ask?

Today is mine and Honey Mustard’s 9-Year Wedding Anniversary. (The traditional gift is pottery and the modern is leather… wait, I found another web site that says linen and lace respectively… wait, another says tin for both… and this one says… edible what!!?? Never mind...)

We are going out to lunch and a movie (with The Peanut Butter & The Jelly). She has school tonight and can’t miss class… lest she get a ‘F’ on her paper. (It’s also a bit of a contest as she is trying to match, or beat, my grad-school GPA of 3.9/4.0)

Our private celebration will be this Saturday.

So… be strong, for I shall return tomorrow to regale the blogosphere with my humorous and enlightening stories of life.....

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Meanwhile...

I haven’t posted since last Wednesday. Why? I really have no idea… I just haven’t.

I could come up with some cleverly conceived lie and say I hadn’t posted lately because I was being held captive by a galloping and marauding group of... well... marauders...

Or I could say I was instantaneously and inexplicably transported to another time where I was elected King of the Universe and reigned supreme until I was overthrown by an army of Rachel Ray look-alikes...

Or that I was in a perpetual dream state where I kept having the same dream where I saw myself standing a sort of sun-god robe on a pyramid, with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at me...

But that would be a lie...

What I can say is that these last few days have been hectic.

Friday Honey Mustard had a “procedure” done where she had to lie still for 24 hours and not move her head (the procedure had to do with sinuses) that much.

What did that mean? That I had to drive her to and fro, take her home, put her to bed, pick up her pain medication, do laundry, pick up The PB & The J from daycare, tidy-up the house, tend to HoMu, check in with the office, make dinner, bathe the children, watch “Walk the Line” and put the children and HoMu to bed.

(Aside: if you haven’t seen “Walk the Line.” I highly recommend it. It was a very good flick with some phenomenal performances, and singing, by Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon. Even if you aren’t a Johnny Cash fan, I am a JC fan btw; I still think it would be a good movie for ya.)

I had no problem doing any of that as that are responsibilities of a husband and father and I am more than happy to do it… it was just so damn tiring...

Continue to Saturday. HoMu was still laid up and couldn’t do much. So I got The PB & The J up, got them some breakfast, took them to music class, grabbed them some lunch, got them home for nap because, like Amy @ Savage Stories, we had a four-year old birthday party to attend (I understand the grammar in that sentence is off – the party itself was not 4 years old, the birthday girl herself was turning 4… but I’m too tired to fix it… and I realize the irony in the fact that I had enough time to point out that fact even though I said I didn’t have enough time to fix the grammatical error…)

Let me set the scene of the party for you: 35 adults and 814 children.

814 children running around, going up and down the stairs, to the playroom, to the bedrooms… outside for a piñata, inside for party games, back outside to roast marshmallows, back inside to open gifts, cut the cake and hand out treat bags (where did this policy start btw??? I don’t remember EVER getting a treat bag when I went to birthday parties in my youth…)

We got home around 10:00, put the kids to bed, changed the clocks and I went to play a game of Call of Duty on the computer while the wife went to sleep…

(Aside: I have to do a little shout-out here to the Poli-blog Scott and I run. We got our 10,000th visitor on Saturday after 6 short months of existence. Whoo-hoo!!)

Sunday was somewhat routine…

Church, a quick lunch, a visit with HoMu’s grandmother, then grocery shopping, home to house cleaning, made dinner, watched The Simpsons, put The PB & The J to bed, HoMu did some homework while I worked on my crossword, then we watched The West Wing I TiVo’ed (btw, the last 5 minutes was incredibly sad and emotional with the “discovery” of an unresponsive Leo…) and went to sleep.

Whew

I promise to write better tomorrow...

How Metrosexual of you...

Check out my new Poetry & Literature Corner blog where, from time to time, I will post excerpts from some of my favorite books and poems with an occasional book review thrown in for good measure.

So sit back, grab a cup o’ java, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, and enjoy...

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday

  • My brother and I are making a documentary on our family tradition of chorizo-making and have found some great old pictures of our family. Including a photo of one of our uncles from World War II, right before he walked out of a house and was shot by a sniper, earning himself a Purple Heart. I will post them in the coming days when I have time to scan them. They are a sight to see… I mean a sight to see.
  • Stalag 17 has been released on DVD… I must buy it…
  • A medical assessment said that Maryland sniping “suspect” John Allen Muhammad is Psychotic… well, duhhhhh.
  • Apple vs. Apple 2. This time… it’s ridiculous.
  • Random quote: “I’m used to people judging me without even knowing me, I’m in high school.” Wise-beyond-her-years, 16-year old golf phenom Michelle Wie, when asked by Time magazine about how she deals with the trash talking from LPGA Tour members twice her age. Nice quote Michelle, very nice.
  • With Andrew Card resigning his post at the White House, can I now say we’ve seen a ‘reshuffling of the ‘Card’s’???
  • I think I may be losing my perspicacity…
  • I’ve accidentally elbowed Honey Mustard in my sleep… and I’ve accidentally pushed her out of the bed in my sleep… but divorcing?
  • Today’s gratuitous blog plug: Dadcentric.
  • Netflix rox!
  • Note to self; don’t let Honey Mustard or The Peanut Butter or The Jelly drink too much water at the next Cardinals game we go to in the new Busch Stadium.
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: ‘1643 Racine’, ‘clydesdales play ball 1996 budweiser’, ‘imdb eeffoc’, ‘ss edmund fitzgerald bodies’, ‘Mental IPod Best Life’, ‘1st year fatherhood’, ‘quote i'm here all week try the veal’
  • Note to self; avoid flying out of O’Hare.
  • Today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest phrase used in a blatant attempt to trick people into visiting my site when they type it into Google’ is: ‘potty parity’
  • Mental iPod Song of the Day: ‘I’m No Superman’ by Lazlo Bane, from the Scrubs Soundtrack:
Out the door just in time
Head down the 405
Gotta meet the new boss by 8 a.m.
The phone rings in the car
The wife is workin' hard
She's running late tonight again

Well I know what I've been told,
You got to work to feed the soul
But I can't do this all on my own
No, I know, I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman

You've got your love online
You think you're doing fine
But you're just plugged into the wall

And that deck of tarot cards
Won't get you very far
There ain't no hand to break your fall

Well I know what I've been told
You gotta know just when to fold
But I can't do this all on my own
No, I know, I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman

That's right

You've crossed the finish line
Won the race but lost your mind
Was it worth it after all

I need you here with me
Cause love is all we need
Just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall

Well I know what I've been told
Gotta break free to break the mold
But I can't do this all on my own
No I can't do this all on my own
I know that I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman

Someday we'll be together
I'm no Superman
Someday
Someday we'll be together
Someday
I'm no Superman

The results are in...

It’s unanimous… and by unanimous I mean the wife liked this choice most.

Hundreds of you sent emails (actually, it was closer to 1 than 100, but who’s counting?) to help me select the new Kemp’s Blog Official Nickname for Kemp’s Wife.
It’s…
It’s…
42

Wait a minute, that’s not right; I stole that from “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.”

Actually, her new nickname will be Honey Mustard, or HM for short. (She declined the other abbreviated nickname I derived from that: HoMu… though I have no idea why)

She loved the name… even more important was the fact that The Peanut Butter & The Jelly loved the name. They are now telling it to anyone who will listen… even if you aren’t listening, they’ll still tell you. That’s just their way.

She says the decision was neck and neck between Honey Mustard and the names that Croutonboy suggested last week in his comment: “You could also call her Smuckers or Skippy, since both produce Peanut Butter and Jelly. Or Jif...is she a choosy mother?”

Ultimately though, she went with Honey Mustard.

So let it be known and spread across the blogosphere, hence forth, my wifeth shall be knoweth by the moniker(eth) of Honey Mustard.

Spread the word…

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Wow...

Croutonboy posted a comment in my post about my bracket’s implosion (thanks Dub) and voiced his thought that maybe 2 or 3 people in the country had this Final Four picked.

Actually, there are 4.

. . .

For those of you who are regular readers of my blog (or my Poli-Blog), you will know why this exchange between my wife and I from this morning made it as a post here.

I decided to wear a white dress shirt today. After getting dressed I walked downstairs and, upon seeing my white shirt, blue suit and the tie I had on, my wife remarked:

“You look like you’re going to a GOP fundraiser.”

Ouch.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Know much about history...

Who was George Mason?

Being a history minor (yeah, that was a decision that helped my career… PR major, history minor… what the fu** was I thinking??) I have actually heard of George Mason from some of my past history classes.

Years ago when my cousin started attending the college, I knew who he was so when people asked who he was, I could tell them. Well, lately the subject of who he was has come up again (wonder why?) and I have been able to impress some people lately who have asked the question “who the hell is he?”

  • He was NOT president (he was asked to be VP, but he said no)
  • He was the driving force behind the Bill of Rights (thank you, btw, for that Mr. Mason…)
  • Thomas Jefferson once called Mason "the wisest man of his generation.”
  • He was a neighbor of George Washington and Mason’s wife repeatedly refused Martha’s request to borrow a cup of sugar (ok, I made that last part up, but it sounded good didn’t it?)
  • Was strongly opposed to the creation of a 10-mile federal district in Virginia. That would eventually become Washington DC.
  • Was against ratifying the Constitution (before you get the tars and feathers ready, hear me out) because “there is no Declaration of Rights, and the laws of the general government being paramount to the laws and constitution of the several states, the Declaration of Rights in the separate states are no security.” Essentially his reasoning was because there was no Bill of Rights included.
  • His long and deep friendship with Washington became fractured after that (though some historians point to the friendship ending because of Martha’s repeated attempts to borrow sugar from the Masons – ok, again, I made up that last part)

To learn more about George Mason, visit your local library and check out these books: “George Mason: Reluctant Statesman” by Robert Rutland, “George Mason, Constitutionalist” by Helen Hill Miller. Remember, the more you know…

Sunday, March 26, 2006

. . .

I can think of only one word that can sum up my NCAA Tournament bracket...

D'OH!!!!!

Friday, March 24, 2006

It makes my head hurt

Want another example of why English is the hardest language to learn? I present to you this sentence: The bandage was wound around the wound.

Dadbloggers shout-out!

Shout out to let all of you steady-readers out there (I’m sure I have to have at least 1 or 2) that my monthly post is up at Dadbloggers.

It deals with my fears and plans for when (many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many years from now) that The Peanut Butter & The Jelly start dating.

Check it out… you know you want to. Please read it. If you do, I’ll send you a check for one dollar and nine cents.

Warning: Checks will not be valid.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

An open call for assistance

Sarah asked this for her spouse a few weeks ago, though I am not sure if anything was decided.

My wife, while waiting for her class to start at Lewis University last night, checked out my blogs.

When she got home, she asked why I only refer to her as ‘the wife’ or ‘my wife’ on this blog.

I told her it was because I couldn’t think of a good nickname (you can sense what’s coming, can’t you?)

I had one that I stole from my brother, but my wife doesn’t like it; ‘the war department’

Since she does so much around the house and, essentially, keeps the damn thing running like a Swiss chee--, watch, I suggested; ‘Condi’, as in Condoleezza Rice… she really didn’t go for that.

So I ask all of you… my dear, intelligent readers, ‘what should my wife’s nickname be in blogland?’

Lines are now open… the 13th caller wins tickets to Supertramp.

Note: No one will win tickets to Supertramp.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon

Like Mr. Big Dubya, I've been suffering from some writer's block, or, as he called it, a "blogging funk". So here's the weekly random thoughts post. Enjoy.

  • If I see that Applebee’s commercial during the next round of the NCAA Tournament, I am going to do one of two things. Throw a brick at the television, or fly to Hollywood, find these guys, and hit them over the head with their guitars… anyone who has been watching the tourney knows exactly what commercial I’m talking about.
  • From the ‘give me a friggin’ break’ files. The song “Baa baa black sheep” has been changed to “Baa baa rainbow sheep” in the UK. Apparently there was a rash of Sheep raising hell about being stereotyped that no one told me about…
  • Matthew is ridiculing me on his latest The Blogfathers post. Why? Because my NCAA Tournament picks suck… as if I didn’t already know that.
  • My iPod rocks.
  • Scott did a post on the Best Day of Your Life. I've been trying to think of one and can't. It's not that I don't have any, it's more so having to decide which one is "the best"
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “‘wednesday hump day’ + scrubs”, “mardi gras Made in china”, “vince coleman tarp”, “twins baby in lunar calendar”, “amani toomer's wife”, “fatherhood”, “ozzie smiths backflip”, “mccartney chaos and creation in the backyard”
  • In honor of those, here is today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest phrase used in a blatant attempt to lure people to my site when they type it into Google’ is: ’12 inch meat stick’ Tell your friends…
  • Who would have guessed that this short post would garner me 17 comments. Well… considering the subject matter, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…
  • Gratuitous Blog Plug of the Day: Upside Up by Laurie. She’s a lurker who just recently de-lurked herself and left me a comment on my ‘Smack Down’ post. Welcome Laurie.
  • Writer’s block sucks moose co**
  • Mental iPod Song of the Day: How’s about an 80’s Flashback in honor of Sarah and Devra’s recent concert trip? Here’s “Africa” by Toto.
I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say, hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you

Chorus
It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
Sure as Kilaimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

Chorus(instrumental break)

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa, I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa

Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Monday, March 20, 2006

Sights seen...

Scott and I had dinner, smoked some cigars and drank scotch while watching the NCAA tournament Saturday at a pub in Orland Park, IL.

One of the items on the menu was "stuffed butt steak."

Insert your own sophomoric joke here...

Friday, March 17, 2006

St. Patrick's Day

Well… it’s become a bit of a tradition here at Kemp’s Blog; lively posts about holidays.

Today is Friday, March 17th… also known as St. Patrick’s Day. A day of celebrating the drinking of green beer…

While I have talked (at great lengths) about my Spanish ancestry, my other roots are British and Irish (my first name Kemp is an old Celtic name that means ‘warrior’ & ‘champion’)

And while I may not drone on and on about my Brit-Irish roots, I am proud of them and do celebrate them on St. Paddy’s Day. So without further ado, here’s my St. Patrick’s Day post… enjoy.

Historical background on St. Patrick’s Day

The person who was to become St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, was born in Wales about AD 385 with the given name of Maewyn. At the age of 16, Maewyn, who had considered himself a Pagan, was sold into slavery by a group of Irish marauders that had raided his village… it was at this time in captivity that he became closer to God and when he escaped from slavery after six years, he went to Gaul where he studied in the monastery under St. Germain (the Bishop of Auxerre) for a period of twelve years.

His wishes were to return to Ireland and to convert the native pagans to Christianity. Instead, his superiors appointed St. Palladius, who, two years later, was transferred to Scotland.

Patrick, having adopted that Christian name earlier, was then appointed as second bishop to Ireland.

Patrick proved himself to be very successful at winning converts, a fact that upset the Celts who had Patrick arrested several times… but saw him escape each and every time.

Patrick traveled throughout Ireland, establishing monasteries across the country and setting up schools and churches that would aid him in his conversion of the Irish country to Christianity.

His mission in Ireland lasted for thirty years after which Patrick retired to County Down where he died on March 17, 461 AD.

That day has been commemorated as St. Patrick's Day ever since.

The first St. Patrick's Day was publicly celebrated in the U.S. in 1737 in the city (and this should come as a surprise to no one) of Boston.

Much Irish folklore surrounds St. Patrick's Day with very little of it actually substantiated.

Originally a Catholic holy day, St. Patrick's Day has now evolved into more of a secular holiday.

Historical background of Leprechauns

The Leprechaun is an Irish fairy that looks like a little old man (“He’s very clean”) and is often dressed like a shoemaker, complete with cocked hat and leather apron.

Leprechauns have very little to actually do with St. Patrick's Day's.

In Irish legend, leprechauns are a far cry from their happy-go-lucky modern counterparts as they were generally seen as bad-tempered spirits that were capable of great mischief.

According to legend, leprechauns are aloof, unfriendly, live alone, and pass their time making shoes.

They also possess hidden pots of gold. In fact, treasure hunters can often track down a leprechaun by the sound of his shoemaker's hammer and, if caught, they can be forced (with the threat of bodily harm) to reveal the location of their treasure. But the captor must keep their eyes on him at every second for if the captor's eyes leave the leprechaun, they vanish and all hopes of finding the treasure are lost (d’oh!)

While they did have pots of gold that they would have to relinquish if a human caught them, the leprechaun was likely to come after you later to get revenge.

Legend has it that you can find the leprechaun, along with his pot of gold, at the end of a rainbow.

Inane St. Patrick’s Day trivia…

  • The traditional shamrock icon came from an old Irish tale that told of how Patrick used the three-leafed shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity, using it in his sermons to represent how the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit could all exist as separate elements of the same entity.
  • The shamrock is a type of small herb with leaves made up of three leaflets and is the common name for any of several types of three-leafed clovers that are native to Ireland.
  • The Irish have considered shamrocks as good luck symbols for centuries and it has now become the national symbol of Ireland.
  • St. Patrick didn’t drive any snakes out of Ireland, (mainly because no snakes were ever native to Ireland… but that’s besides the point) This is said to be a metaphor for his conversion of the pagans.
  • Today, people celebrate the holiday with parades, wearing of the green, and drinking beer.

Did you know?

  • that the song "When Irish Eyes are Smiling" isn't a popular Irish ballad? It was actually composed by an American?
  • that during the Irish Potato Famine in the 1840’s, 75% of Irish immigrants landed in New York?
  • that Corned beef and cabbage is not a favorite St. Patrick's Day dish in Ireland (they prefer ham or bacon) but rather in the U.S.?
  • that St. Patrick's Day parades have a history that goes back hundreds of years, but they didn't originate in Ireland? The parade in Dublin has a scant 50-year history, while those in Montreal and New York City go back almost 200 and 300 years respectively.
  • that close to 34 million U.S. residents claim some Irish ancestry?
  • that a shillelagh (pronounced shah-lay-lee) is a stout walking stick?

Kemp’s Top 6 Irish Authors

  1. James Joyce
  2. George Bernard Shaw
  3. Samuel Beckett
  4. William Butler Yeats
  5. Jonathan Swift
  6. Oscar Wilde

Kemp’s Top Ten St. Patrick’s Day movies

10. The Magical Legend of the Leprechauns
09. St. Patrick's Day
08. The Matchmaker
07. The Secret of Roan Inish
06. St. Patrick: The Irish Legend
05. Luck of the Irish
04. The Fugitive (it has a scene during the Chicago St. Patrick’s Day parade, so it makes the cut)
03. Finnian’s Rainbow
02. Darby O’Gill & The Little People
01. The Quiet Man

Not listed in the Top 10 and for a damn good reason: ‘Leprechaun’, ‘Leprechaun 2’, ‘Leprechaun 3’, ‘Leprechaun 4 in Space’, ‘Leprechaun in the Hood’ and ‘Leprechaun: Back 2 da Hood’

Kemp’s Recipe for an Old Mr. Boston's Irish Shillelagh

  • Juice from ½ lemon
  • 1 ½ oz. Irish whiskey
  • ½ oz. sloe gin
  • ½ oz. rum

One ounce is equal to one shot of hard alcohol. In a mixer, combine the lemon juice, whiskey, sloe gin and rum. Shake the ingredients with crushed ice and strain into an old fashioned glass. Add fruit for garnish. Sliced peaches, raspberries or strawberries are recommended


Kemp’s Favorite Irish Blessings

Whatever your libation, you'll want to memorize a few standard Irish toasts for the occasion. Here are some of the more popular ones. Practice saying them with an Irish accent to impress your guests."May your glass be ever fullMay the roof over your head be always strongAnd may you be half an hour in heaven before the devil knows you're dead."

“May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door."

"May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
The sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields,
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand."

"Health, and long life to you,
Land without rent to you,
The partner of your heart to you,
And when you die,
may your bones rest in Ireland!"

Kemp's Gratuitouos St. Patrick's Day pic.

This is an image of the Chicago River after it had been dyed green for the city's annual St. Patrick's Day Parade:


Thursday, March 16, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Thursday Afternoon

Psst… buddy. Hey… do you know what today is?

It’s Thursday, which can only mean one thing… Random Thoughts for a Thursday Afternoon… spread the word.

Randomness… pure, unadulterated, unsullied and chaste randomness…

  • Today’s post is brought to you by the number ‘42’. Extra credit points to anyone who knows the significance of the number 42. Anyone… anyone… Bueller? Bueller?
  • Guys (and I suppose gals) if you’re getting sick of filling out NCAA Tournament brackets… try the NCTnA brackets. (Note: semi-safe for work)
  • Last week’s number and letter sponsor was 28 IF. No one responded as to its significance… and frankly I’m a little bummed about that.
  • Uh… Mr. Douglas… this is the kettle… you’re black.
  • I don’t care how old you are… if you want to be a singer, how the HELL can you not know who Stevie Wonder is????
  • I have to admit… I thought it was a blatant marketing/money-making scheme (which it is), but the World Baseball Classic has given us some great baseball… too bad the U.S. team sucks.
  • Jeff King won his fourth Iditarod. I don’t know why I’m mentioning this… but I am.
  • We had to re-arrange our Disney World trip to the first week of June. It will be 6 days/5 nights of all-Disney, all the time… insert own thought here
  • Aw crap, this doesn’t bode well…seems a Supercomputer has built a virus… it starts…
  • What's scarier? A movie version of the TV show ‘Dallas’, Ice Cube in a movie version of ‘Welcome Back Kotter’, or Ashton Kutcher & Kevin Costner doing a movie together?
  • Matthew over at Childs Play x2 invited me to join his Blogging Daddies NCAA tournament bracket challenge. I said yes… I filled out my brackets… and now I await the first round of me getting my ass kicked and my head handed to me on a platter. SIU-C over West Virginia?? Bradley over Kansas?? George Mason over Michigan State?? Gonzaga & Villanova in the Championship Game?? Who am I kidding??
  • Speaking of which, ‘Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia…’
  • And ‘a glass of hot fat…’
  • Here are some of the recent search phrases that have brought people to my little corner of the blogosphere: “Twin movie quotes”, “especially at night i worry over situations”, “eeffoc”, “blogs - on humanity and politics”, “ono-mono twin images”, “scrubs song list diving in to deep”, “Quotes on the banning Mardi Gras”, “francis slay cardinals arizona”, “Amani Toomer's siblings”, “michael shannon kemp”, “Whitey Herzog's Wife's Name”, and “effects after drinking whisky”
  • In honor of those, here is today’s gratuitous (and superfluous) attempt for the ‘craziest phrase used in a blatant attempt to lure people to my site when they type it into Google’ is: ‘Banana Hammock.’ Tell your friends…
  • Have I mentioned that I suck at NCAA Tournament selection-brackets?
  • Gratuitous Quote of the Day: “I often quote myself. I find it adds spice to the conversation.” – George Bernard Shaw
  • Gratuitous (you have to be asking yourself how many times I could use the word ‘gratuitous’ in one post…) Blog Plug of the Day: Scott’s Rant Spot
  • Did I mention that I suck at NCAA Tournament selection-brackets?

Morning cup of Jo(ke)

A little joke to start your day off right...

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?"

The Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.
We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what his Dad had said.

Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.

So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.

He gives up and goes back to bed.

The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now. "

The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."

The little boy replies, "Well, the President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."


Thank you, thank you. I'm here all week, try the veal... it's lonely.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Smack-down!

Last night, I was playing Legos (you are NEVER too old for Legos) with The Peanut Butter and The Jelly, when The PB got up, went to their toy room, picked up one of their toy cell phones… answered it… then said something to The J, who proceeded to get up, walked over to her sister and gave her a huge hug.

She then came back and sat down next to me and continued playing Legos…

My wife and I looked at each other as though we just got through watching a lecture by Stephen Hawking and were confused as hell.

After that, the two of them had a full-fledged conversation for a good 2 minutes… back and forth talking about kids at Preschool/Daycare and .

(This conversation was interrupted once when The J saw a picture of “President” Bush on the TV, stopped, looked at the TV, looked at me, then pointed to the screen and said Cuckoo-Bananas. I have absolutely no idea where she learned that… it’s so hard to express sarcasm in the written word)

After The J’s political commentary (I was so proud of her), they continued their conversation… and at one point I looked up from the massive Lego house I was making for them (I am ‘da man’ when it comes to Legos…) and looked at The PB…

The look I got from them was one that could best be described as “This is an ‘A’ & ‘B’ conversation, why don’t you ‘C’ your way out of it.”

Ouch. I had just been smacked-down by one of my (soon-to-be) four year olds…

I then felt as though I had violated their First Amendment rights (Quick! Who can name all The Simpsons family…) and wanted to crawl under a rock.

So I throw this question out to all you other twin/multiple parents out there… have you ever interrupted a conversation between them that made you want to crawl under a rock when they noticed you were listening?

Inquiring minds want to know…

Monday, March 13, 2006

Mental iPod Song of the Day

“Cockamamie Business” by George Harrison from The Best of Dark Horse, 1976-1989

Bust my back on the Levy - broke my strings on the BBC
Found my chops on Eel Pie Island - paid my dues at the Marquee
Slagged off by the N.M.E. - lost my stash and my virginity
In this Cockamamie Business

Got my face on Ed Sullivan - broke my heart on the Soul Train
Introduced to Bad Company - lost cells down at Brain Drain
And before I could mend - lost the missus, missed the girlfriend
In this Cockamamie Business

Now we like to air condition - though the air has no ozone ring
Still they're chopping down the forest for McDonalds and the Burger King
Eating cows with such persistence - doesn't offer much resistance
To this Cockamamie Business

There are too many things - stressing out the nervous system
Girls you used to know - fellas that may have kissed'em
Some got rabies - Some got fleas - some got incurable diseases
From this Cockamamie Business

Everybody's after as many points as they can get
As long as it's not them that has to pay
No one really minds the Debt5-Star actors, tax inspectors, film producers and directors
With their Cockamamie Business

Well you do what you can - can't do much more than that
(No you can't do what he just said)
Some days you're pretty sharp - on other days you feel half dead
(While you make your daily bread)
Didn't want to be a star - wanted just to play guitar
In this Cockamamie Business

Friday, March 10, 2006

A rare written & posted while at work, post

It’s Friday.

Ya know Friday... end of the work week… cusp of the weekend…

For all intents and purposes, I should be happy, right?

Well… I’m not.

Why aren’t you happy Kemp?

Because the day has dragged on excruciatingly slow, painfully and excruciatingly slow… painfully, excruciatingly and no-end-in-sight slow… so slow, that I think we have gone through 3 or 4 ice ages whilst it’s been happening.

It's so slow... that George Bush's thought process seems faster...

It feels like it should be 4 in the afternoon but it’s not… it’s not even Noon yet…

Is it possible for the clock to start moving backwards? That has to be the only logical explanation… right?

If this keeps up, I may actually have to do some work…

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Quotetastic!

Today, a sampling of quotes from some of my favorite TV shows and books.

This seems like Blog-Filler to me Kemp, is it? No… it’s called block… as in writer’s block… so rather than have people visit my blog and see nothing new, I thought… hey, let’s throw out some quotes… better that than nothing…

From ‘The West Wing’

President Josiah Bartlet: I was watching a television program before, with a kind of roving moderator who spoke to a seated panel of young women who were having some sort of problem with their boyfriends - apparently, because the boyfriends had all slept with the girlfriends' mothers. And they brought the boyfriends out, and they fought, right there on television. Toby, tell me: these people don't vote, do they?

From ‘Scrubs’
J.D.: I think childbirth has been way too romanticized. [Cut to a 1950s era informational film with JD and the soon-to-be parents] You will spend hours and hours of pain while you poop, pee, puke and other people stare into your vagina, which, by the way, has an 80 per cent chance of tearing.

From ‘Sports Night’
Casey McCall: [on the air] So don't adjust that dial; and, while we're gone, if any talking animals ask you to buy some tacos or beer… for God's sake, do what they tell you. You've been watching Sports Night on CSC. Have a good night.

From ‘The Simpsons’
Lisa: Where's Dad?
Marge: Your father is... resting.
Bart: "Resting" hung over? "Resting" got fired? Help me out here.

From Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
“The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.”

“He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.”

From Blue Highways by William Least Heat Moon
“What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do - especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you.”

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Random Thoughts for a Wednesday Afternoon

  • Today’s post is brought to you by the number ‘28’ and the letters ‘i’ and ‘f’ (Bonus points for anyone who can explain the significance of those)
  • I'm feeling better but the kids are now sick and the wife is now sick… so all in all, life sucks at the moment. Thanks for all that wished me to get better, appreciate it.
  • I am not running for Alderman. A local-Hispanic Professionals group approached me earlier this week and asked me to run for School Board (which has no Hispanics on it) next year with their full financial backing… Hmmm, using my own money on a campaign or someone else’s money? That’s a no-brainer, right?)
  • Due to my very good friend (and ‘bestus’ buddy) Scott naming his new 30-gig iPod Lola, I have named mine: ‘Martha.’ Where did I get the name? Three words: Beatles White Album
  • Now that George Clooney has won an Oscar (and was nominated for two more) will people finally stop asking him about leaving “E.R.?” He jumped off that train wreck just in time if you ask me… though no one has.
  • Is it just me, or is Ziyi Zhang just… wow?
  • David Mamet has long-been my favorite contemperary playwright, and last night (while taping – yes I still have a vcr to tape things – Scrubs) I watched his new show on CBS that he created and writes… “The Unit” (it stars Dennis Haysbert & Scott Foley). The Pilot wasn’t bad… though I have to wonder how hard it was for him to write without the generous use of the word ‘fuck’ that usually permeates his writings…
  • I performed a plethora of Mamet’s works in college speech (Phi Rho Pi at community college and NFA at University) and did very well with ‘Duck Variations,’ ‘Glengarry Glen Ross’, ‘Oleanna’, ‘American Buffalo’ and ‘Sexual Perversity in Chicago’ (that last one ought to get me some interesting google-links… which reminds me…)
  • Today’s superfluous attempt for the ‘craziest phrase used in a blatant attempt to lure people to your site when they type it into Google’ is: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Which is (besides being the longest word in the English language) defined as “a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust, mostly found in volcanos.” So that’s what’s wrong with me… damn, pesky volcanoes…
  • Today’s Mental iPod song of the day is a song from The Beatles ‘White Album’, ‘Rocky Raccoon’

Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon
And one day his woman ran off with another guy
Hit young rocky in the eye, rocky didn’t like that
He said I’m gonna get that boy
So one day he walked into town
Booked himself a room in the local saloon

Rocky raccoon checked into his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
Rocky had come equipped with a gun
To shoot off the legs of his rival
His rival it seems had broken his dreams
By stealing the girl of his fancy
Her name was Magil and she called herself Lil
But everyone knew her as Nancy

Now she and her man who called himself Dan
Were in the next room at the hoe down
Rocky burst in and grinning a grin
He said Danny boy this is a showdown
But Daniel was hot - he drew first and shot
And rocky collapsed in the corner

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said rocky you met your match
And rocky said, doc it’s only a scratch
And I’ll be better, I’ll be better doc as soon as I am able

Now rocky raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky’s revival