Today was father’s day. Clementine gave me the gift of a hacking cough, a runny nose and a new moleskin notebook, just like the one Hemmingway was scribbling in minutes before he blew his head off. Linette gave me the promise of a very cool new record player. (She says it’s on its way from Amazon, and I don’t have any reason not to believe her.) And, I got taken out to see Judd Apatow’s new movie, “Knocked Up,” at a theater in Canton that allows drinking. Aside from the phlegmy cough, the fact that I poured half a $7 beer down the front of my shirt, and the pitch black depression that always sets in after I see a good comedy, it was a pretty good day.
Oh, yeah, and it looks like the site crashed while we were out… It must have been all the traffic generated by my big post on Sabrina the Teenage Witch.
Anyway, happy Father’s Day to all of you men out there in the audience who have experienced the pain of childbirth. This day is for you.
Well, my beautiful wife and I are going to curl up on the couch now and watch a few episodes of “Battlestar Gallactica” while eating Cheese-Its by the fist-full… The perfect end to the perfect day.
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Today I’d like to finger a server belonging to http://artius.gr for trying to login to our server several thousand times in a very short span of time.
Of course their network is now blocked but I was out buying garden stakes and replacement mop heads while it happened.
I cried all the way through Knocked Up. I am going to go out on a limb and say that you might want to wait on that film if you are indeed knocked up. I bet it will be funny to me in a year or so.
My friend John and I went and saw that “Knocked Up” movie. John’s convinced it’s part of a propaganda campaign to get hot women to be more careless about sleeping with ‘average’ guys. Hoping he’s right, I’ve been hanging around clubs in town every night since. Now the problem is, in every bar I go to, half the guys there look like Seth Rogen, and the rest have most of his expressions and mannerisms down-pat.
In real life, she never would have ended up with the guy, and the pregnancy would have been terminated. I liked the movie, but, let’s face it, it’s about as true to life on this subject as Pretty Woman was on prostitution. Someone needs to get the same actors together for another, more realistic take on it.
Realism, that’d be popular with the 18-25-year-olds for whom movies are now made. {rolling eyes}
Damn, you’re not kidding! I was just happy to find one movie in the multiplex that wasn’t about comic book super heroes. What’s with America’s ubermensch fixation?
I got diddly-jack-squat for Father’s Day.
A hug and a piece of construction paper with stickers on it.
What a gip.
Happy Father’s Day you bunch of grumpy old men!
Cool new record player? Sweet!
I have that same record player only in tweed.