Happy Monday to you all. Another week, another seven days closer to being a father. I had really reached the point where I was greatly excited about the whole thing and the elements of fear were disappearing. Then we had to invite a coworker of S.\u00a0over for dinner last night. Jennifer and Jason are proud parents of a three-month-old boy. He\u2019s a total cutie and was well behaved throughout the night. However, there were some issues with his delivery (no long-term issues for him) and his mother being a pediatrician felt obligated to share all sorts of fun details. Funny thing about being married to a physician: they tend to think you want to hear all kinds of medical details. I think it\u2019s part of the Hippocratic Oath, to be honest. \u201cI promise to share complete details of all medical procedures with non-medical people, first in highly technical terms so they\u2019re confused, then in plain language to build on the confusion with disgust and fear.\u201d Or something like that. Anyway, I remain excited about our girl\u2019s arrival, but some of the trepidation about the delivery process has returned. Remind me to pack a flask in my bag for the hospital.<\/p>\n
We took a day trip to Bloomington Saturday and I used the occasion as a chance to explore some of my new photo sharing options. I\u2019ll be providing a link to some of the pictures later today.<\/p>\n
Friday night, S.\u00a0was working, so I made a trip to Best Buy then decided to swing by the mall. It was still early, only 6:00 or so, and the mall I went to doesn\u2019t have a theater attached, so I didn\u2019t expect it to be overwhelmed with teenagers. It wasn\u2019t packed, but there were still lots of upper high school and college aged kids cruising about, mostly girls. Here\u2019s the thing: almost without exception, these young ladies were dressed like whores. I realize that may be harsh, but really, isn\u2019t there a point where you\u2019re showing too much skin if you\u2019re not at a pool, in the privacy of your own living space, or \u201cpaying your way through law school\u201d at the nearest go-go lounge? I\u2019ll admit, the first 4-5 deeply tanned girls I saw in ridiculously short shorts, stomach baring\/cleavage showing t-shirts, I didn\u2019t really mind. But when I realized pretty much every girl in the mall was dressed that way, I started to get a little uncomfortable. I know trends are always changing, times are different, and I\u2019m getting older, but what\u2019s going on now is ridiculous. So I came home and drank to excess to forget that I\u2019m complaining about attractive young women showing off their bodies (meaning I\u2019m old) and the fact I\u2019m about to have a daughter of my own. I\u2019ll tell you right now, no daughter of mine\u2026<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve been enjoying VH1\u2019s latest series, I Love the 90s. For obvious reasons, this show hits closer to home than I Love the 70s or 80s. The 90s were our generation\u2019s time to come of age, dominate pop culture, and make our voices heard. Thankfully, we did a few things right, but there\u2019s still plenty to make fun of. Like the Macarena. I remember a female friend asking me if I had done the Macarena in the summer of \u201996. I wasn\u2019t sure if I was being propositioned, offered some new designer drug, or what. When I admitted my ignorance, she explained that the Macarena was this great new dance that was \u201csoooooo much fun!\u201d Soon I saw the Macarena in action and I wondered, \u201cWhat\u2019s so fun about that?\u201d At least YMCA is campy. This was just dumb.
\nSome shout outs and put-downs for the VH1 crew. First, big props to Media Gadfly Mo Rocca for appearing in a beautiful, blue Rock Chalk Jayhawk t-shirt. I know of no formal connection between Mo and KU, so he probably just has exceptional taste. Either that or the KU alum that is a producer at VH1 slid a freebie over to him. Big thumbs down to Stuart Scott, as always. He\u2019s an idiot. He must come cheap, that\u2019s the only way I can explain his continuing appearances on VH1 programs.<\/p>\n
While we\u2019re on the subject of crappy ESPN announcers, Mike Tirico did a great job of making me not want to watch the British Open over the weekend. I first started to hate Tirico back in his late night Sportscenter days. I was neutral towards him until hockey season rolled around. Each night, when it was his turn to start the hockey highlights, without fail he would say, \u201cNow for the night on frozen pond.\u201d When he does golf now, he perpetually refers to the 18th hole as \u201cthe last\u201d. Both are completely appropriate terms, why do they annoy me? Because they\u2019re terms that should be used infrequently to mix things up, not at any and every opportunity to make it seem like you\u2019re some great trove of hockey\/golf knowledge. Use \u201cthe last\u201d once per broadcast and it would be fine. But I heard him use it four times in 90 seconds Saturday. I had this image of Ian Baker Finch, Nick Price, and the other current and former golfers sharing the booth with Tirico rolling their eyes each time he used the term.
\nBy the way, more Windows problems with the work laptop today while the Mac hums along happily. Be watching for pictures here later.<\/p>\n
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Happy Monday to you all. Another week, another seven days closer to being a father. I had really reached the point where I was greatly excited about the whole thing and the elements of fear were disappearing. Then we had to invite a coworker of S.\u00a0over for dinner last night. Jennifer and Jason are proud parents of a three-month-old boy. He\u2019s a total cutie and was well behaved throughout the night. However, there were some issues with his delivery (no long-term issues for him) and his mother being a pediatrician felt obligated to share all sorts of fun details. Funny thing about being married to a physician: they tend to think you want to hear all kinds of medical details. I think it\u2019s part of the Hippocratic Oath, to be honest. \u201cI promise to share complete details of all medical procedures with non-medical people, first in highly technical terms so they\u2019re confused, then in plain language to build on the confusion with disgust and fear.\u201d Or something like that. Anyway, I remain excited about our girl\u2019s arrival, but some of the trepidation about the delivery process has returned. Remind me to pack a flask in my bag for the hospital. We took a day trip to Bloomington Saturday and I used the occasion as a chance to explore some of my new photo sharing options. I\u2019ll be providing a link to some of the pictures later today. Friday night, S.\u00a0was working, so I made a trip to Best Buy then decided to swing by the mall. It was still early, only 6:00 or so, and the mall I went to doesn\u2019t have a theater attached, so I didn\u2019t expect it to be overwhelmed with teenagers. It wasn\u2019t packed, but there were still lots of upper high school and college aged kids cruising about, mostly girls. Here\u2019s the thing: almost without exception, these young ladies were dressed like whores. I realize that may be harsh, but really, isn\u2019t there a point where you\u2019re showing too much skin if you\u2019re not at a pool, in the privacy of your own living space, or \u201cpaying your way through law school\u201d at the nearest go-go lounge? I\u2019ll admit, the first 4-5 deeply tanned girls I saw in ridiculously short shorts, stomach baring\/cleavage showing t-shirts, I didn\u2019t really mind. But when I realized pretty much every girl in the mall was dressed that way, I started to get a little uncomfortable. I know trends are always changing, times are different, and I\u2019m getting older, but what\u2019s going on now is ridiculous. So I came home and drank to excess to forget that I\u2019m complaining about attractive young women showing off their bodies (meaning I\u2019m old) and the fact I\u2019m about to have a daughter of my own. I\u2019ll tell you right now, no daughter of mine\u2026 I\u2019ve been enjoying VH1\u2019s latest series, I Love the 90s. For obvious reasons, this show hits closer to home than I Love the 70s or 80s. The 90s were our generation\u2019s time to come of age, dominate pop culture, and make our voices heard. Thankfully, we did a few things right, but there\u2019s still plenty to make fun of. Like the Macarena. I remember a female friend asking me if I had done the Macarena in the summer of \u201996. I wasn\u2019t sure if I was being propositioned, offered some new designer drug, or what. 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I was neutral towards him until hockey season rolled around. Each night, when it was his turn to start the hockey highlights, without fail he would say, \u201cNow for the night on frozen pond.\u201d When he does golf now, he perpetually refers to the 18th hole as \u201cthe last\u201d. Both are completely appropriate terms, why do they annoy me? Because they\u2019re terms that should be used infrequently to mix things up, not at any and every opportunity to make it seem like you\u2019re some great trove of hockey\/golf knowledge. Use \u201cthe last\u201d once per broadcast and it would be fine. But I heard him use it four times in 90 seconds Saturday. I had this image of Ian Baker Finch, Nick Price, and the other current and former golfers sharing the booth with Tirico rolling their eyes each time he used the term. By the way, more Windows problems with the work laptop today while the Mac hums along happily. 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