Friday, March 05, 2004

Tintypes

I sat behind a matching-pair mother and daughter at Mass today. They both had exactly the same wavy blonde hair, and when the little girl leaned her head against her mother's shoulder, you couldn't tell where one head of hair ended and the other began.

This was all very sweet, of course, and as I watched them whisper to one another I thought about how cool it would be to have your own personal Mini-Me running around, an echo of your own childhood. Then I caught myself and realized that the entire point of parenting is the child, not a yowling excuse to have your own wonderfulness reflected back in your face twenty four hours a day.

Then I really caught myself and meditated upon the potential horribleness of a little copy of me unleashed upon the world. With all its faults--with all the wars, inconsistencies, poverty, madness, and Barbara Walters specials-- surely the universe hasn't done anything to deserve that.

This said, however, if Taufling is a girl, the human race can only improve if she looks and acts and is in general exactly like her beautiful mother.

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Thursday, March 04, 2004

Here's a shocker:

One of the engineers was describing a recent vacation to Las Vegas, and he went on and on and on and ON about.... the Hoover Dam. "Total highlight of the trip!" he said.

Sigh.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

Water found on Mars!

Now taking bets on how soon the entire planet is declared a wetland for fear NASA will roll over some sort of endangered Martian snail darter.

Sunday, February 29, 2004

Um

Who the hell is doing the music direction for the Oscars? Freaky Jolie marching out to "Louie Louie"? Tom Hanks strolling onstage as "Hail to the Chief" plays? Why, it's almost as if.... these people don't have a clue about reality!

BEST. OSCARS. EVER.

Even without a Seabiscuit win tongiht, this Oscar broadcast officially became the best of ALL TIME approximately forty-five seconds in, when in the opening sequence Michael Moore was squashed flat by some sort of huge scary disgusting creature even larger than he is. I raised my arms, jumped up on the coffee table and wept for love of man.

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