That's probably why I am such a kid at heart now. Or still. I read comics without shame. I play video games, although who doesn't anymore I guess. And I love watching tv and movies that are remakes of properties that I hold fond memories of watching when I was a kid. I guess I just explained away, in passing, Hollywood's entire reasoning for remaking those properties.
Anyway, Doctor Who is among my favourite, if not my favourite property to get remade. I was nuts for the original series during the late 70s/early 80s (aka: the Tom Baker years). And I have been following the new series with religious fervor. (Although after 4 years, its probably time to stop calling it 'new').
Probably the coolest thing about the Doctor, aside from the gadgets, the whole being near-immortal, and the way-fucking-cool Time Machine he had, was that he got to have adventures with smart, beautiful women who were way more than arm candy, but were equal partners in his experiences. I always fantasized that I would get to be like him, and in one way, I have. My partner is smart, funny, beautiful and challenges me all the time. Hmm, maybe the show has revealed itself to be the root of my sexual awakening? Meh, either way, if I could just get myself a TARDIS and a sonic screwdriver, I'd be all set.
Where I had originally intended this subtle love-in for Superwife to go was to reiterate my obsession with the Best Doctor Who Companion Ever, Rose Tyler, played by the lovely Billie Piper. And to mention that the episode I just watched I have been waiting patiently for since the tear-jerking season 2 finale. The one where Rose Tyler comes back for real. Sortof. And to mention that 'Turn Left' was a stand out episode in a whole season of stand out episodes. It was really a great show, and a fantastic pay-off to anyone who has been following the 'new' series.
And finally, I brought this whole thing up to let anyone who might be interested know that I just found out that Billie Piper is starring as a prostitute on a new Showtime series based on the blogs of a British bad girl called 'Secret Diary of a Call Girl'. And not only is she awesome in it (so I hear), she gets naked in it. A lot.
Personally, I am not sure if I am interested in seeing her without her clothes off, having sex, or talking directly to the camera Ferris Bueller style about taking her clothes off and having sex. Something about how that might sully the whole Best Doctor Who Companion Ever thing offends me a little.
Aw, who the fuck am I kidding? Time to go visit piratebay.
Labels: doctor who, superwife
One more month and you are going to be three years old. I hardly know what to say about that, though when the time comes I'll do my best regardless.
I wanted to talk to you this month about your Mom a bit, because she doesn't use this kind of communication to talk to you, and deserves the same kind of conduit to you that I have. Probably because after keeping up with an almost-3-year-old every day, she's too tired to sit down and type. And your Mom isn't much for technology anyway. Uses it as a tool when she needs it, but that's about it. Her and I couldn't be more different that way.
This month you have managed to be fairly busy while still maintaining some semblance of routine at home, and you have your Mom to thank for that. I work a weird swing shift job and am gone at all different times of day, and I can't keep my own schedule straight so I can't expect you to.
But your Mom is there every morning to wake up with you, and get you breakfast, and read and play and experience the day with you. I am more of a footnote I guess. Sometimes I am there, and sometimes I am either sleeping or at work. But your Mom is a rock.
So whatever happens between now and whenever you read this, I wanted to tall you that your Mom loves you more than you can possibly imagine and that, in my opinion, she is the best Mom ever. I've noticed that people experience parenting very differently, some taking to it as second nature, some doing the bare minimum they think their responsibilities obligate them to, and still others that probably shouldn't have been parents at all. But your Mom is in a class all her own. She is patient, and nurturing, and encouraging, and so loving. But don't go thinking she's a pushover or anything. If you ever need her to be firm (or you do something that requires her to be), your Mom can be as tough as diamond when she needs to be. I know that I've said this before but she is going to be your most stalwart supporter, so lean on that woman whenever you need to.
It goes without saying (yet here I am saying it, and not for the first time) that I am also there for you whenever you need me to be, because there isn't a thing that I wouldn't do for you, your happiness, your safety. The problem is that I have less patience and even lesser resolve. So I end up being less nurturing and a little more demanding of you, yet if you flash those brown eyes and either dive-bomb me with a hug or turn on the waterworks, I pretty much completely cave in t whatever demands you make.
What have you done this month? Well we took you to the Toronto Zoo and aside from the recurring issue of fighting with you about keeping your sun hat on, everyone had a great time. You were amazed by all of the animals, but were particularly fascinated with the elephants, and with any baby animals there. During the trip, you got to meet your new cousin, and you had a lot of fun playing with a real baby, in spite of the fact that he did little more than sleep.
You still delight your Mom and I with some of the things you say. Yesterday you overheard me talking to your Grandma about one of our less popular extended family members, her third husband. The guy's name is Barry but for reasons that I won't get into here, we either refer to him as 'Bunkie', or when we has really annoyed one of us, we refer to him as 'Underpants'. So while I was on the call, you were yelling at the top of your lungs 'Bunkie Underpants'! It was awesome.
You also have been taking to signing quite a bit lately, because either at home or in the car we always have music on. One of your favourites is 'Born to Be Wild' by Steppenwolf and that one you can sing the first verse of spectacularly well. The song you love most seems to be The Beatles 'Hey Jude', because that one you sing along with your Grandpa, and seem to have a pretty rocking time of it.
See you next month.
Love Daddy
We came down here to take Trin to the zoo and either delight her with the fact that all those animals she sees on tv and in books are real, or scare the shit out of her with that same fact as they stomp around in front of her. Either way, we're hoping for a big reaction.
Oh, and here's an update: I went to see Indy 4 after work last night with a pal, and don't listen to anyone that tells you otherwise, this movie. Is. Fucking. Awesome. Fucking awesome I tells ya! Its fun, campy and full of comedy, just like all its predecessors. Yes, there is a very scif-fi MacGuffin instead of the usual religious tripe. So? If anything, that made the movie better than any of the first three. Check out this thread if you're interested in hearing more on the debate. If you are a fan of these movies, don't be a sheep and listen to the naysayers. Go see it. You won't have more fun at the movies this year until, well, until you get around to seeing Iron Man. Or until Dark Knight comes out. Or Hulk. Or X-Files 2. Well still, it is very good.
And just so its been said, Shift Work FTW!, cause its a Tuesday night and my workweek is over til Friday night.
"Quit aiming at her bracelets everytime!"I laughed my ass off. And that's exactly the kind of thing that when it happens, reminds me why I love her so much.
John Tesh: "..so that's why experts say that you will live a longer, happier life if you select a career that financially rewards you for doing the thing that you love and are really good at."
Me: "A little bit obvious, but thanks anyways John."
Superwife: "That's a good idea but I don't think it would be all that good for our marriage."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Superwife: "Because with that advice, I should have been a prostitute."
Me: "..."
Labels: everything else, superwife
And then tonight, the stars aligned, Trin went to sleep early enough and Superwife wasn't totally exhausted, and we had the opportunity to get some much needed private time in. And amazingly, all that other nonsense seemed to just disappear like the bs that it is.
So nevermind. I was just being a whiny jerk.
That's clarity for you.
Labels: everything else, superwife
getting me through
Originally uploaded by raistlinsghost
Here's a little love note from superwife that is doing wonders getting me through an otherwise really shitty night at work. Its just one of those nights that I want to be at home with my family a whole hell of a lot more than I want to be at the office.
And Superwife's addition of the horns and tongue on the making-fun-of-Jeebus postie that the note is written on just adds that extra something special.
I went swimming in the lake yesterday, a personal record for me as far as dates go. Usually by October 21st, the temperature is so damn cold, that you wouldn't even think of getting into the water. But I had been mowing the lawn, and it was a respectable 17 degrees outside, so I had gotten just hot enough that it occurred to me that a dip in the lake would be a good idea. It wasn't. The water was so ridiculously cold, that I actually think my heart may have stopped for a real brief period while it and the rest of my organs tried to figure out what the fuck just happened to them and how to work cooperatively again.
When I came in and Superwife asked me how cold the water was, I told her that it looked like I would have to skip the first few rounds of the longest penis competition that afternoon, at least until I warmed back up. She just smiled politely at me, letting me know that she thought it was cute that I feel as good about myself as I do.
Guess there's no point in talking smack to the woman who knows exactly how full of shit you are eh?
Labels: everything else, narcissism, superwife
Cosplayers: Whenever I get it in my head that I devote too much time to videogames (playing, reading & blogging about them, thinking about playing, reading & blogging about them) I think of the people that get together at conventions that are held for the express purpose of wearing the outfits of their favourite videogame/anime/scifi characters, and just laugh and laugh.
But as much as these people are (and should remain) the object of everyone's ridicule, I came across an article today about a few cosplayers that, silly as they are, at least got the costumes right. The picture of Tifa and her anatomically incorrect boobies speaks to that point. Full article here.
Don't get me wrong though: If Superwife comes to bed in full Princess (from Battle of the Planets) costume, complete with gogo boots and the ridiculously short skirt, you can be sure I won't kick her out.
Labels: final fantasy, funny, gaming, superwife
So my ever-lovin' wife has just entered her 10th lunar month, or so the e-newsletter I just got has informed me.
I cannot believe that she is going to give birth in the next month. We used to talk about having a baby and it always seemed like it was something we were going to do later. Nothing ever more concrete than a ubiquitous later.
But I just can't believe how fast nine months (ok, eight) can go by when you're supposed to be keeping track of them. Monthly, then bi-weekly doctor's visits, weekly pre-natal classes.
It feels like we were saying later only yesterday.
Weird. Eh?
But aside from wanting Superwife to stay pregnant because she is so damned happy all the time (seriously), I can't wait to be a Dad.
Having another person in our lives that we can interact with, and teach, and learn from, and will afford us an entirely different view of the world, as its seen from his/her eyes.
As much as I imagine it will be very hard at times, I already know how I'll feel about it. How much I already feel, and the baby isn't even born yet.
Amazing feeling.
It's funny how comfortable I am with the idea of being a Dad. Most of the stuff I've read in the reams of baby literature I have suggests that a lot of guys are usually losing it at this point in the game. I can honestly say that I'm not. I don't think I've ever looked forward to something so much in my life.
Fuck, you'd think I was the only guy to ever become a Dad.
And speaking of the baby's mp3 player (currently comfortably strapped to Mommy's belly), which I of course wasn't, I'll have to remember to put 'Ping Island/Lightning Strike Rescue Op' into the mp3 player for that kid. Really cool sound track I'm listening to as I write this from Bill Murray's Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. Good fuckin' movie too, as Cooley would say.
But I may have to lose the 'Ride the Lightning' to make room for it. Not sure if babybrown will miss it, but there'll be plenty of time for him/her to grow out the hair and hate us later, right?
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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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So when's the last time you took the commercial's advice and had breakfast for dinner?
It was crazy windy tonight, snowing a little, basically a really shitty night. But we are still getting work done on our kitchen so we had to flip the coin again for either fast food or dinner out. So we went out.
We went to The Golden Griddle tonight and we were the only people in the restaurant, save for the staff. It was actually kinda cool; most of the lights were out and after we made sure they were open, it was like having our own private diner.
We talked about the baby, our future. And for a time it was like there was no one else in the world but us. I love that we are still like that, after all these years.
And eating breakfast out anywhere always makes me think of Cooley. All the times he and I would go seek out some scummy dive just because they served breakfast at weird hours. Its nice that these spontaneous remembrances of him still pop into my head.
I'm still totally jazzed about our visit to the doctor the other day. We are going for our first ultrasound on Saturday. The doctor thinks we're farther along than we originally thought, which sucks in a way because we're not likely to be able to pin down the date we got pregnant (not that any kid will want to hear that story). He also said that we are likely to be able to determine the sex of the baby from the ultrasound, if we want to know.
I think we're sticking with the idea of not knowing unless we accidentally find out. I don't care one way or the other. I'm just hopeful for a healthy baby.
Just thought I'd share a few random thoughts currently coming from the weird goo that occupies my skull cavity.
And I needed an excuse to feel justified for playing with my camera phone again. :]
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"All of life can be broken down into moments of transition or moments of revelation. This had the feeling of both."
That quote (recognizable if you know your SF, but immaterial if you don't) seemed appropriate to sum up my experience today.
Superwife and I went to see the OBGYN today. And that's where I heard the heartbeat of my unborn child for the first time. Un. Believable.
As completely unprepared for the experience as I was, I tried to make myself as aware of what was going on so that I'd remember it later. And I hope I do for the rest of my life:
- The look on Superwife's face as we got to share that moment together.
- The realization that my own heart had stopped for an instant when I realized what the sound actually was.
- Feeling an enormity of raw emotion sweep across me.
Very powerful experience.
And just think, I'm like this now and I haven't even met the kid yet.
I don't even know if that title does my news justice. Maybe 'The Motherfucker of all news!' or 'You have never read news until you've read this!'. Hmm, that last one's pretty good. Of course, my news is only really monumental and awesome and earthshattering and worldchanging to me and mine, but you are on my site so what the hell did you expect? Important updates on your life?
So in case you can't figure out what the hell I'm talking about from the photo, here's the deal. After what turned out to only be a fairly short time of trying, Superwife and I are now expecting our first child. I say short now that the fun part is over, because the fun part IS over - sorry if a family member is making a pinched up 'EWWW' face right now. haha.
Anyway, the fun isn't completely over. Now we get to spend time getting ready for our new family member; fixing up the basement so we can move my office down there, and then setting up the nursery in my old office; laying in supplies (clothes, diapers, food, all manner of things that will look so incongruous in both my house and in my life until I get used to them); scouring the credits of every movie and tv show we watch in the chance we'll come across a name that we hadn't thought of that would be even better than the ones we have already picked out.
And yes, we've picked out names, but we're not necessarily naming the baby yet. We have names picked for either a girl or a boy, but we are going to have to wait to meet him/her to see what fits. And I do have a temporary name for the baby, but that one is for Superwife and the baby's ears only.
I wish that I could convey to anyone that hasn't yet seen the positive results of a pregnancy test they were waiting for just how strong a feeling the situation evokes. As I turned the thing over so Superwife and I could see the window that would help us plan the rest of our lives, I realized that as much as the universe shouldn't want for any progeny of mine to be unleashed on the world, at least one was on the way. Talk about being overwhelmed and unprepared. If it happens to you, even if you are hoping for the result we got, you can't be prepared for it. And if I felt like that at this early part of the game, just wait until the big day.
I am loving this part of my life. We have talked about doing this for as many years as we have been together, but we were never sure enough of our financial situation to go ahead with it. But I guess the reason we finally decided to try for a baby was that we could wait all our lives for the right time, I think. And I am so stoked that we are doing this.
So if I start exposing the baby-to-be to Star Trek now, think she/he'll come out a fan?
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