There is a huge worldwide series of rallies going on today in in support of Star Trek in general and in protest of the cancellation of Enterprise in particular. The big one is at the Paramount lot in LA with smaller rallies being held in major centers all around the world. I hadn't heard of anything close to me, and that might not be such a bad thing anyway. Superwife can only take so much and she IS pregnant so maybe seeing me on the news waving my hands in the Vulcan 'V' gesture might not be the best thing for my marriage. ;)
But I am so there in spirit.
From what I've read online, there is a big push to get the show sold to another network, possibly SciFi, and that would be great although it would also mean Canada would be screwed as far as watching new eps anytime soon. But they would be making new ones, and I do view filesharing as a personal crusade, so no worries there.
In other news, the job hunt is continuing apace. I made a decision around the end of December that while I love working from home fulfilling consulting and web project contracts, this kind of work is just not going to be secure enough for the family once the baby comes along. So to that end I've been looking for something with a modicum of security, with the intention of continuing to work on a contract basis as my free time permits. So far, free time has not been a problem.
Truth is I really haven't found very much yet. I've applied for a handfull of jobs but its becoming clear that the Niagara area isn't the technological mecha I might have wanted it to be. It's a little frustrating, particularly when I know that before making this decision I was totally content to work by the seat of my pants. Maybe I'll just un-decide to get a 'real job' and go back to those carefree days of not wondering where the next job is coming from.
It was surprisingly more fun than constantly looking for a fulltime gig.
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So Superwife and I were watching Ultimate Jeopardy last night. In case you don't know what that is, they've invited all of the best players from over the years to come for this colossal jeopardy tournament which will climax with whoever wins going up against everybody's favourite game-thrower Ken Jennings.
Now come on, you know he threw that game. FedEx. Whatever.
So we're watching Jeopardy. And Superwife is just sitting there glowing her usual glow, looking like the only woman who's ever been pregnant (and to me she is), all smiles and belly rubs, and she tells me to come over for a second, because the baby is starting to get active.
This hyper-activity seems to be happening more when Superwife isn't moving, maybe because baby hasn't had enough daily non-consensual gymnastics yet. So I sit down with her, and lay my ear on the swell of her stomach near her belly button. Usually what I hear when doing this is a sort of thick sloshing sound, like a laundry tub full of applesauce or something. This time, I hear those same noises and then from out of nowhere I get this spectacular boot to the side of the head!
"Did you feel something?" Superwife asks.
And like Sulu after being asked if he should report Praxis exploding, she gets an "Are you kidding?" right back.
I think that little baby was trying to make sure I knew it was coming, just in case I've gotten complacent in the last few months. And maybe I have.
But after that littlest of soccer strikes, I have the sudden urge to get the nursery painted, attempt to put that crib together (thx Kevin), and otherwise get my ass in gear.
I wonder if every impending father looks forward to this as much as I am. I'm even (and sure I'll regret saying this later) looking forward to the real kicking that'll start when baby's free of that confining womb.
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Easy. Just a simple mouse click on your recently delivered email that reads: 'Enterprise Cancelled', that's how.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Now I'll elaborate:
So Superwife and I just got home after a really great weekend up north; watched the first good Superbowl I've seen in years, ice-fished my ass off, got a good tan, talked about the coming baby with the in-laws, ate good food that I didn't have to cook, and drank plenty of beer.So I sit down at my new Dell to sieve through my email (the Dell is supersweet, btw and I'll blog about that more later when I'm in a better mood), open up my yahoo mail account and get hit like a pie in the face with 'Enterprise Cancelled'.
Fuckin' jerk over at SaveEnterprise anyway. I mean, inside the email, I was totally expecting a 'just kidding, but it will happen if you don't send Les Moonves 10 faxes and letters every day'. That is pretty much what he has been suggesting for months now.
But as it turns out he was dead serious and is now justified in everything he said fans should do to prevent exactly this from happening. I guess maybe I should have listened.
But if you're feeling similarly low about the news, there's an excellent way to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and get that car cruising up to sixty again. Even feel the wind in your hair again and smile about it. Wanna know how?
Turn your head and have a look at the swelling belly of your beautiful pregnant wife. Does it every time.
I'll do just that right now.
Ahh. That's better.
And I think we'll be all right: I have all the good stuff on tape/DVD anyway, so my baby can grow up on that until the next series starts.
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