Quote of the Day

"You guys are bugging me. What the heck, I'll be in there in a minute."

-Charlie, irritated that we wanted him to come for a bath.

Quote of the Day

"Hello, I'm a white man."

-Charlie, extrapolating innocently on his "mustache" of vanilla yogurt

Check your pompous spelling

Here's a "personal of the day" from theonion.com. I enjoy when people know a polysyllabic word and throw it into a post or a personal hoping to imbue it with a certain sesquipedalian charm; but I fucking love it when their hubris outpaces their lexicon, or in this case, their spelling. Thanks for the irony paganchick13, you rock!

Quote of the Day

"Yeah, we wanted Mike to play real music, but all he wanted was to be James Morrison."

My mom, talking to Julia about my guitar lessons of yesteryear. 

"I'm a lady."

What's funnier than a guy in drag? Pretty much everything from where I sit. I can still remember how disappointed I was when I first saw Some Like it Hot. I'd been led to believe that here was comedy gold, but aside from Jack Lemmon, who is a classic, the whole thing fell flat. I was never into Marilyn Monroe and while Tony Curtis had a certain coolness about him that coolness seemed pretty welded to his youth, so by the time I saw SLiH I felt a kind of sadness about him. 

But back to the drag. Who cares? What's funny about it? Okay, okay, so I was a die hard Bosom Buddies  fan, but even on that show the drag aspect disappeared after the first season or two. Why? After the initial ha-ha you get from the awkward way a man stands in a dress you're pretty much out of gas. I mean, jesus, Tootsie, Mrs. Doubtfire, Prince of Tides, these are not funny movies. Okay, so David Cross's drag was pretty great in Arrested Development,  but it was great because it was so self-consciously bad. What made it great was that it fooled absolutely no one but no one let on and they just kept feeding him more and more rope to make a tighter noose. 

But I digress. The point is, I don't find man-dresses-as-woman as hilarious as the people that make these things want me to. I don't think anyone else really does either. 

However, on our car trip back from Thanksgiving, with two angry, frustrated parents up front, one pissy toddler in back, and a screamingangryhungry baby right behind me, the driver, Charlie announced in a faux high voice, "I'm a lady." I turned around and saw he'd put Elliot's burp cloth on his head and was pretending it was long hair. Funniest fucking thing I've ever seen. Good job charlie, you've illuminated a corner of comedy that's been long dark. 

Beowulf v. LotR by way of Salon.com

I like a lot of the writing at Salon.com. They's gots their funny hats on over there when they're not try to burden us with the guilt of our greedy, destructive, Americano ways. Check out this essay.

Here's a blip:

Nov. 20, 2007 | Robert Zemeckis' new film "Beowulf" gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "the sublime and the ridiculous." Zemeckis took the oldest and most important text of our ur-language, and turned it into a 3-D Disneyland ride so cheesy he should have called it "Anglo-Saxons of the Caribbean." 

Whoa. Check out this pic of me at 21 months my dad just sent. It looks so much like charlie it's freaky.

Here's a picture that explains itself. But if you can't hear it, it's charlie chilling in his bed with his dinosaurs.

Oh, and charlie has totally moved into his regular bed from his crib, in case you were wondering.

Time flies

Damn bitches, Elliot's gonna be four months old tomorrow. Crazy shit. He's a pretty cool baby, really mellow. We've already started sleep training (cry it out, or CIO for short). Amazingly the first night we started he fell asleep within ten minutes. 

I'm working on sculpting a hand now. Body parts, in general, are pains to make with Sclupey. It's really tacky and you constantly smudge it. Also, Sculpey makes a clay that looks pretty close to caucasian skin color, but they don't make any other race-specific clays, so all my people are plain old vanilla.