Thursday, July 03, 2003

Everyone's a Critic
I always thought I'd make a good critic. I'm not overly opinionated, but when I have one, it's usually good. So imagine my delight when I realized they have quoted me over at the Star Warz: Crapisode I site. That's right... fourth one down. "...mildly entertaining..."

Though, I probably wouldn't make a good critic, because now I feel bad that I didn't love it.

Hey, Hey...
While looking for photos of Davy Jones (don't ask), I came across Harbottle's Encyclopedia. It is a veritable fount of completely random information which you may find entertaining. They have sound clips from Father Ted, Withnail and I, and Mr. T, to name a few. You can learn so much from the Excerpts section... i.e. The 6 pieces in the game of Monopoly (top hat, iron etc.) were originally taken from a charm bracelet belonging to the inventor's wife. The Rock-N-Roll section has plenty of little tidbits to throw out at parties to make you sound smart.

Frijole
The first baby picture is here. Manda said she looks like a little bean -- which inspired my new nickname "Beana". Though I'm not sure if Gramma will approve of that, so it might be back to the drawing board. For the first time today, I had a vision of a little blonde angel with messy lopsided pigtails, and I decided that this baby thing isn't so bad after all. I'm not quite sure what we're going to do if it's a boy.

Reasons to Look Forward to Going Home
▪ Taking Bradley on a date to see Sinbad or maybe Finding Nemo again.
▪ Having a yard I can crawl around on without worrying about ticks or other creepies.
▪ Fireworks on the driveway.
▪ Having a mini bonfire in the firepit in the backyard.
▪ Fun times with the girls... (Mom, Sis, Niece).
▪ Maybe a cycle ride with Dad.
▪ Coffee with Naten.
▪ Another attempt at driving stick-shift.
Five days away from the allergy capital of the world!

Song for the Day:
Tom's Diner
- Suzanne Vega

Okay, I heard this on the radio today... and now you must all suffer with me. The world's most difficult song to get out of your head.

Doot, doot, doo-dit, doot, di-doo-dit...

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