Archive for June, 2009

Psycho Circus

clownRecently, I loaded up the family truckster and took my wife and 5 kids, my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and their 3 kids, my parents and my wife’s parents, to see the Greatest Show on Earth. We actually brought our own circus to the circus. The show was great, with only a few detractors. In front of us sat your typical Jersey woman, big hair that’s a color not found in nature, bigger mouth and dressed way too young for her age. No offense to those of you out there who happen to fit this description, but there comes a time in every person’s life when you have to stop wearing pants that come with a free bikini wax. I saw her ass crack every time she leaned forward. I considered sticking a quarter in it to see if a gumball would come flying out of her mouth. Probably would have been a Newport menthol instead. To my right sat a very ugly, middle aged woman with a bunch of ugly kids that probably licked bus windows on the way to school. Ms. Asscrack stood up at one point to try to take a picture of her kids, all of whom were staring in the other direction at the clowns. Go figure. Ugly lady got pissed off because Gina dared to block her view of the guy shoveling up the elephant shit for more that 3 seconds and proceeded to launch into a verbal tirade that would make Christian Bale blush. “Sit your ass down, bitch, I can’t see the dung.” Not to be outdone, Peg Bundy turns to her and says “I’m skinny, look around me bitch. God forbid I stand up for 5 seconds.” It was more like a minute and the elephant was looking like he was going to piss gallons, and who wouldn’t want to see that? Fugly starts screaming, and offers to “go outside to finish this.” Classy. I guess I’ll watch their kids while they roll around in the gutter on Hamilton Avenue.

So things settle down and I proceed to spend the next two hours watching the show with Gina’s rat’s nest hair resting on my knee, waiting, and quietly hoping that Fug would start throwing haymakers. I’m probably going to get a rash from all of the Aquanet. I smiled every time my ten month old daughter pulled her hair. A couple times I did it myself and blamed it on the girl. Yes, it’s juvenile, but nothing was better than pulling hard on Trigger’s mane only to have her turn around and smile at me and my daughter. Hmmm, I wonder what else I can get away with while holding a chubby goober? Free popcorn? Doubtful, they charge $7 for a box. It’s almost like extortion. The lemonade was $9, but hey, it came in a souvenir cup shaped like an elephant. Thanks, Mr. Guatemalan concession guy for waving that in the face of my six year old with ADHD as we were trying to leave when the show was over! The meltdown that ensued wasn’t pretty. The headcount in my house was nearly reduced by one, but luckily the wife stepped in before I gave him to the nearest family with a vehicle big enough to take him home. I love that kid, and after he calmed down we talked, and he made it back into the family. I don’t think he really got my point about how overly priced it was, but he smiled at me with his missing teeth and all was right in the world.

At the end of the day, a good time was had by all. Can’t wait for next year.

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Death and Comics

As this is my first post, let me take it as an opportunity for some quick back story, like most of the first of any series of a new comic book movie launch. I am a geek, I’ve been a geek my whole life and once I reached the age of reason I realized that this was not something to be ashamed of, but something to wear as a badge of honor. I am a geek and a freak and I still truly believe that if there were more of us in this world that it would be a much happier and understanding place. I’ve stepped off my soapbox now in case you were wondering.

One of the few hobbies that I have and have been able to hold onto since the birth of my son is reading comics. Let me premise this by saying I am a DC man. I read a lot of Marvel when I was younger, but for whatever reason I am now mostly a DC man. My current titles are Justice League of America, Batman, Superman/Batman, and Super Friends for my son. Some parents force their kids into sports, me, just comics. Can I be called a stage dad for that?
As it is one of my few “my time” activities and seeing as how I am a self-proclaimed geek, I take it more seriously that I probably should. That being said, I am sick of major characters being killed off and then, inevitably, being brought back. Superman being killed off in 1992, Superman #75, was awesome. I still remember standing outside the comic book store waiting to pick up a copy, it was all over the national news. I still read it every once in awhile. The apparent death of Green Arrow is another example. To a lesser extent, Hal Jordan turning to the dark side and then coming back and finally, we are dealing with the “death” of Bruce Wayne, the Batman. This story is being told over multiple titles, another personal annoyance, rather than one title, and he will undoubtedly be brought back. The visual of Batman killing Darkseid and his lifeless body being held by Superman was striking, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was being tricked again. It was another rich ending to sell some comics that would eventually be flipped around to put everything back where it should be. I am starting to feel like I am watching a soap opera. Maybe it was Bruce’s cousin’s sister’s son’s friend who was killed. I have had enough.

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I am a lunatic, I get that, but I take this stuff to heart. In addition to that, I am an absolutist – dead is dead. When you know no matter what that the good guys win and they always come back to life after the bad guy gets them, it takes away from any drama leading up to the climactic moment. Its like knowing the end to the movie, knowing who Keyser Soze is before you watch The Usual Suspects. It takes the fun away and you can still have fun when you are all grown up. Another lunatic once told me years ago during my serious phase, “Shawn, you are going to be an adult for the rest of you life, you should be a kid as long as you can.” All that being said, I’ll be back at the store next week picking up a few more things to read.

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“Karma” Sutra

Or…Remember, what goes around comes around and you’ll always get yours in the end!

I’ve done some bad stuff in my life, probably no more than the guy next to me if I wasn’t alone in my office – but you get the point. As a matter of fact, a reader or two may have witnessed some of the more benign bad stuff, but I digress…

My focus today is the art of
Boy Meets Girl
Girl Irritates Boy
Boy Runs From Girl, FAST…

Prior to getting married I was a bad breaker-upper (BBU), I admit it. I once had a friend drop me off at a GF’s house told him to drive around the block and pick me up. When he came back around I broke up with her and told her I couldn’t talk anymore because my buddy was back, I got in the car and never looked back. At least that was in person, IM (√), Email (√), Phone (√), Friend pretending to be me on the phone (√, √) – Texting to break up is post single life for me but I can imagine I’d have done it.
(cnt stnd u no more – i m out – cya)

The point of all of this rambling is this – A lot of people I talk to say that “having a little girl is retribution for all the girls you’ve wronged in your life.” I’ve broken up with a lot of girls, poorly in some cases, and now I have a daughter and I don’t want the fate of those girls to befall her.

Some quotes from friends and their husbands:

Friend A: “We have four daughters [my husband] must have been really bad prior to me”
Husband: [Above the barely audible sobbing and sniffing] “Yup 4 girls and the oldest is twelve. Where can I buy a chastity belt?”

Friend B: “3 girls and counting…”
Husband: “WTF did I do wrong?”

I’m not saying that I or any of these fine gentlemen are complaining or have regrets about having a daughter, we all love them dearly. It’s just the fact that we know what is in store for them – teenage boys. My little girl just turned one and my hair gets grayer each day she inches toward young-lady-hood. She’s become a symbol to me – love, life and dread. After having two boys I thought I was in the clear but I must have pissed off Mighty Aphrodite too much with that last IM break up because my wife and I got the girl on the last shot.

What am I to do?

Bitch and moan for the next 20 years? Probably, but it won’t do any good.

Lock her in her room as soon as she turns 10? No, my wife won’t let me.

Train my boys as an elite, two-man paramilitary squad to protect her and hunt down those who would hurt her? Maybe, but probably not since that might be misconstrued somehow…

Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong – maybe since I was a BBU, my cross to bear is my boys.

Maybe my penance is to train them to be more sensitive to the wants and needs of women and not break hearts.

Maybe if I do that my fears with raising a girl will all be unfounded.

Maybe…Maybe…Maybe

On second thought, Anyone know where can I learn more about paramilitary training?

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