…on the addition of another son to his family. Per facebook last night:
Benjamin Kyle Perrett was born at 8:50, 8 lbs 1 oz, 21 inches…mom and baby are doing great.
In the interest of discretion, I won’t re-post the pics that Eddie offered with that update. But really, at that age, they all look the same.
Watchmen (imdb)
This flick’s more Seth’s area. I missed it in theaters. Wanted to see it right when it came out on DVD. Just never did.
I liked it. I’ve read the graphic novel and it’s paint-by-numbers of that. But it looks and sounds amazing. It plays strange these days – both the movie and book, actually – since it’s so straight-forward and genuine. Not an ounce of irony throughout. Which is fine, but I’m just wired to notice (if not mock) that. Anyway, there’s not a single original thing I can say about a film that’s been out over a year (which is 31 years in Hollywood-time).
I watched this while home sick the other day. Stacey came home for lunch about forty minutes into it. We had a brief “what are you watching?” exchange.
Silence for another fifteen minutes. Stacey’s sitting at the coffee table, eating her lunch. And watching the screen with marginal interest on her face.
Scene with Dr. Manhattan. She asks: “Is that his penis?”
Two minutes pass.
Stacey: “I might have to watch this some time.”
3 out of 5 ice cream sandwiches
…so they can get arrested. And have sex scandals.
Turner Gill is in for a DOOZY of a downfall…
“Coach Gill really indoctrinates us with the fact that if you really believe in something and you’re going to commit yourself whole-heartedly to it, good things will happen. You’re going to hit speed bumps along the way, but he’s there to guide us. He’s there very much as a father figure and a mentor to us. And that’s not typical for Div. I coaches. For a guy who has his own family. He has a daughter in college and a daughter in high school. He has his own family to take care of and he calls us his sons. When he says it, he means it. It’s powerful. It means a lot to us. And we’re willing to go out and lay it on the line for him.”
- Senior right tackle, Brad Thorson
I believe in Coach Gill. I have no confidence on how this season plays out, or whether he succeeds at all here at KU. But if I need to choose a guy to back, why not pick a good guy? The positive guy? The guy who makes you gag from cornball instead of sliminess or snakeskin oil?
Heck, sweaty July days like today are PERFECT for this kind of quote. Today – this exact moment – I have no doubt that KU will go 11-1. No doubt they’ll win a BCS bowl game. And, of course, all of our senior class will advance on to noble careers in medicine, legislature or the priesthood.
Will I feel different by Sept. 1? Of course. But shut it. I’m going to enjoy the silliness while I can.
He’s not feeling well. Spent the morning with Stacey’s mom and now has the afternoon with dad. So he’s kinda pissed right now. (Cause Yia Yia lets him run the show a lot more than me.)
And how do you know when your son is getting tired of you? When he packs up his most-prized possessions and bids you farewell.
Fortunately, the Benadryl kicked in before he made it to the front door.
(That’s 2006 KU/NU being replayed by FSMW in the background. Brought back a flood of frustrating memories. Adam Barmann definitely did his part for population control in the state of Kansas. Lord knows he took a couple years off my life that night.)
Ultimate Fakebook’s new album – first in seven years – can be downloaded from their website.
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This Week: the freakin’ heat, English soccer camp scams, Mel Gibson, too-early KU football thoughts, a kid making John tired, unsubstantiated rumors, and the fact that college students should live in internment camps.
Reading, watching, hearing…
Dan: Bunch of Magazines
Doug: Taking Woodstock
John: Infinite Jest
