Please welcome to the world, Emmet Gray Faulkner Hart, born 2008-05-03 at 4:06 pm.
Baby and momma are doing wonderfully (Dad survived too.)
More pics will be posted to the forum for Family & Friends to view. Email me if you need an account!
Personal
Still Waiting…
So much for early arrival. Today we set in between the two predicted due dates for our baby. The doctor predicted May 1; the Midwife predicted May 3. Lots of other people, Amy included, were of a mind that he’d be early but, nooooo…
Anyway, now you understand the title of this post. Sort of. Not only does the title accurately describe things in our household, it brings to mind a mantra from a Talking Heads song called Crosseyed And Painless. Here’s a live version of it from German Television in 1980:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thQTGPwYrxI[/youtube]
It’s a pretty great song. I was only somewhat aware of it when Phish covered the Talking Heads’ album Remain In The Lightback in 1996. after that show, Crosseyed… slipped in and out of the setlists for the remainder of their pre-hiatus years. Here’s their take on the song (also from German Television!) from 1997-02-16:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K3xQayo_r4g[/youtube]
Now you know the sound inside my head whenever I find that I am still waiting.
Countdown
Don’t you hate a countdown? The anticipation (if it’s for something good) can be almost annoying.
You know what’s worse?
How about a countdown that’s interminable? The clock keeps ticking but, at any moment, may drop to zero.
That’s what we’re dealing with now at home. Cross your fingers and stay tuned!
Oh, and to my family and friends, if you do not have an account to the forums on rowjimmy.com, drop me a message and I’ll set one up so that you’ll be able to see all of the glorious photos.
Get Lost?
So… I’m a big fan of Lost.
There aren’t too many shows that I’m obsessively interested in these days (and not just because the Writer’s Strike has crippled the current season.) This show just involves my brain on so many levels that I actually find myself willing the week to pass so that I can see the next episode. It’s terrible to wish one’s life away, I know, and I tend to admonish myself for such thoughts but, still… The wait for Thursday night at nine seems awfully long.
To pass the time in between shows, I talk with friends about what the hell is a happening on that island and read everything I can- that is not a spoiler- in hopes of putting together the puzzle. Recently, while attempting to convert a non-believer, I likened the depth of the show’s content to a T.S. Eliot poem. Perhaps it’s not quite art on the same level; but the meaning given to every little detail in the show is amazing.
If you don’t watch, start now. ABC is streaming all of the three previous seasons on their website (and new episodes are added the day after they air.) You’ll thank me later.
If you do watch, may I suggest Lostpedia as a source for more details that you may have missed. These guys are watching the show with notepads and are collecting all of the minutiae in an ordered, easy to search site. If you are really into the show, you can create an account and start contributing. I have just begun, myself.
This leads me to link #3. I’ve created a Lost Theories page on my site (the link can always be found in the upper right, under “Pages”) where I’ll be trying to condense my various, wild ideas about the show into words. Check it regularly for changes and leave a comment if you think I’m nuts or if you agree!
One more thing! If you’re a fan and you haven’t heard, you’ll be thrilled to know that our strike shortened season has been extended from eight episodes to thirteen! There will be a four to five week break after the initial eight shows followed by five more shows. I can’t wait. Oh, and please don’t call the house on Thursdays after nine, okay? Thanks.
Use The Force
Sitting here in my recliner, wine glass at hand and television off, I cast about for my universal remote only to find that it sat across the room; three feet beyond my reach. Stretching out with my mind, I could feel the remote flying across the room and into my hand but, upon opening my eyes, the stupid thing hadn’t budged.
After more that twenty-five-freakin-years of rigorous (and not-so-rigorous) training, I still have yet to even begin to harness the force. Forget about mastering it; I’d be happy if the damned clicker simply fell onto the floor.
Sigh.
So, now you are acquainted with one of the great disappointments in my life.