Lazy Day Afternoon

Ah summer. . .

Still spending most of my days watching my kids and the Chris & Krissy kids. You'd think the kids would really have the case of "sick of each other" by now, but thankfully they don't. There's the occasional personality clash about once a week, but very manageable and agreeable on all fronts. I think part of it is the way we switch up which house we spend the day in while all together--the slight regular change in scenery helping keep the doldrums at bay (for me anyway). I miss the constant working out of last summer, but the pool is very nice and cool and being well used.

Otherwise I've been spending a decent amount of time being surprised at how little complaining Denise is doing at how much Xboxing I do in the evenings lately. She has various nerdgaming tasks she's been working on which keeps her busy enough not to get annoyed at all the Elder Scrolls-ing.

Sunday was the inaugural session of my new D&D campaign--the first I've GM'd the game in over a year. It went well; I've got the players pretty well on edge and in heavy "lost in the unknown wilderness" survival mode, unable to tell which way is up and all that jazz.

Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. I took the kids to see it a bit over a week ago. Not being an FF fan in general, and having hated the first film I really didn't have great expectations for this one. That said, stacked against Emo-Spiderman, this was so much better. There were still enough problem areas, sure, but there was a lot more for me to like in this installment.

Top Five Favorite FF:RotSS Moments:
1. The Jessica Alba and Chris Evans eye candy.
2. Everything Silver Surfer.
3. The Super Skrull nod.
4. The Alicia Masters and Frankie Raye moments.
5. The Jessica Alba and Chris Evans eye candy.

All that said, there were still plenty of things to gripe about as well, but I won't bother. I want to press on while adding that I have no plans to go see the Michael Bay ass raping of my childhood that comes out this 4th of July.

Later this coming week I drive the van off to the auto dismantlers and turn it over to them so they can send it off to that big junkyard in the sky. The plan is for Denise & friends to be getting the last of the Mustang repairs done while I'm driving the van off to Redding.

Sing My Best

Yesterday was kind of a bad day.

It started off with me in a bad mood, followed into an argument with Denise, continued into more of a bad mood, entered into a lackluster evening and ended with another argument with Denise.

The next one of my kids to drop a "tomorrow I need blank for school" bomb on me at bedtime again is going to be grounded the entire summer.

So, American Idol was pretty boring last night. A lot pretty boring. And Veronica Mars ended. It was such an unsatisfying ending too, with literally everything still left in the air, in the unknown. At the same time, it was somewhat fitting to end that way: the underdog vs. the world with no clue as to what the future holds. I miss it already.

Lost ends its season tonight. I'm praying for Charlie, as he and Hurley are the best things about the show, character-wise. But as my hopes consistently die on tv, I'll miss you Charlie.

Friday I'm disconnecting the cable and being done with it all entirely. There's so much more I should probably also be done with.

I'm thinking, a lot, of beginning to write my memoirs. Thoughts? It's not as if my impending MA in English is going to be good for anything.

I did however get an email this morning that made me very happy. But due to non disclosure agreements I can't share any of it with you. Sorry.

Hey There Delilah

The latest Advocate had an interview with Jason Adams from mynewplaidpants.blogspot.com. It's a fun little pop-culturecentric blog, so long as you really dig on Jake Gyllenhall. . .anyway, in order to test a statement of his: Anne Hathaway see-through top, Gerard Butler's abs, Jake Gyllenhall in spandex. He says these three things have dominated searches that lead to his site in recent memory. Sorry ye poor duped newbies, if you actually came here looking for one or any of these things, you probably won't find them (but who knows what near-nude starlets can be found in the archives?). I know that back in the days when this blog used to be called "Naked Blue Jeans" I used to get a lot of traffic from searches for "Evan Farmer Naked." Hundreds each week, all because my name, this blog's then name and Denise's family background, when typed together, somehow make people salivate (I've seen Evan Farmer, not naked, and he doesn't seem like he's all that). Anyway, ye poor duped, if you arrived here due to such a search, please say hi--I want to start a running tally of how frequently someone falls in here looking for something they don't find.

Tomorrow is Denise's first ultrasound to check on things. Wish her luck and shit. Also, Travis isn't bouncing back from his surgery as quick as I want so send good thoughts his way via Shel's blog over to your right. Chris is no longer top of his class (the horror) but still doing well--if you're one of those who've been writing him, keep at it.

Scott at Fantasy Game Garage tells me that Paul is Heroclick cheating on me. The bastard.

Today it's 33.89 degrees in temperature and the heat is excruciatingly uncomfortable already. I sincerely hope I'll have the opportunity to spend most of this summer immersed in the pool, as if this is a sign of things to come, I'll be melting.

50 Book Challenge #12: Cooling Time by C.D. Wright. Another book of poets on poetry for my Poetry Forms and Function class. At this point, I'm really burnt out on these books and am just ready for the semester to end next week (though, as I now have papers to grade, this week will never end). All I can say about this book right now is that it was more engaging and more entertaining than her husband, Forrest Gander's book--though that book was important to me for all of its translation discussion.

Speaking of translation, I still haven't gotten the results from my foreign language exam. I hope that's a good thing.

Paul Rudd on Veronica Mars tonight (yeah, how old can he get and still work the "college aged" character type?): it's like chocolate and peanut butter. So good, but not good for me. Still, we all love our Veronica Mars out here in somewhere trees grow California.

Pride redux: yesterday, completely uncoached, Lash complained about inconsistencies within Spider-man 3. What a great kid. Can you explain why Green Goblin's bombs vaporize some people and not others? Didn't think so. Also in comicbook nerdiness and Lash news, I got him to try the first Runaways trade and he's now devoured the first three (all I have). The kid is loving this book, especially Princess Powerful/Bruiser. It's always nice when your kid has good taste. No Sith lover here.

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