Happy Halloween

Here's a classic video for you for Halloween time.

The boys will be sporting Mario and Luigi costumes, while I will be the tallest, thinnest Toad in the world. Lindy will be Princess Peach. Candy candy candy!

Girly ma-ma-ma-ma-man!

The evil eye!

I have a cold and pink eye. It's awesome.

Who God hates - ireport

This is an ireport on cnn.com and it's pretty damn disturbing. I don't know where these whackos get their bibles (the church's website is called "godhatesfags.com"). They've got their little kids out there with signs saying that God hates Jews and fags. I'm just glad there were people out there protesting the protestors. Any church that preaches hate is not really a church.

Shock cinema

I saw this article on msnbc.com today. It's about the death of arty cinema that has crazy/disgusting scenes in order to shock the world. Here's a quick description of one of the movies:

What's a film festival without a scandal? When Lars von Trier's Antichrist debuted at the Cannes film festival it prompted boos, cheers, derisive laughter, and angry complaints that the Danish provocateur (Dancer in the Dark, Dogville) had really gone too far this time. Von Trier, mixing horror-movie conventions with art-film angst, assaulted the audience with hard-to-watch depictions of genital mutilation, bloody orgasms, and a heroine cutting off her clitoris with scissors.
Antichrist was but the latest in a long, long line of shock-tactic art films that follow a principal enunciated by Baudelaire and Rimbaud in the late 19th century: épater le bourgeois. This cinematic tradition can be traced back at least as far as 1929, when Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí began their surrealist classic Un Chien Andalou with a depiction of a man slicing a woman's eyeball open.

Who doesn't like a good, bloody orgasm every now and then?

Where the Wild Things Are

We took the boys to see it this morning and everyone but Logan cried. It is a sweet, sad movie with amazing visuals and a look into the world through a child's eyes. Most movies with/for kids don't have complex emotions, loneliness, sadness, and a feeling of being completely misunderstood as a focus, but this one nails it. Each of the wild things embodies an aspect of Max or a member of his family, which through the course of the movie helps him to understand how life and love work. Jonze and Eggers capture perfectly what it's like to be a kid. Very, very good.

Her politics...

might be retarded but them titties are a-ok with me. Why is everyone up in arms over the Meghan McCain pic? It just makes me want to put my face in some boobies, haha.

Oh hobbies

I don't understand people who won't retire because they don't know what else they would do. Get a hobby I say!

Read all the books you never got too!

Learn to whittle and build ships in a bottle with the pieces from said whittling!

Become a movie, wine, bird, something, anything expert!

I'm picking up a new one... cheap lomography. I bought a Holga 120N starter kit today (only $50) and it should be here in a week or so.

Here's a link with some samples of what the pics look like.

There are all kinds of images on google if you type in Holga photography.

The cameras have imperfections in them that allow for the weird light effects.

I don't know if this will stick, but it seems fun and it would be cool to have some unique pics of Lindy and the boys.

Maybe it will cure this little artistic yearning I have.

The Partyboy

What's the best part about wearing a fake moustache at work?

Everyone thinks there's a story behind it or a lost bet.

I wore it because I thought it was funny and people need to laugh more since our work has been a bit gloomy as of late.

It was called "the Partyboy."

It was black.

It was awesome.

New Saturn ring

Space is so cool.

That means you're dead. Praise God...

I never made it to Jeopardy. Connor and I watched the video for "I cut like a buffalo" a few times. He's three and has better music taste than most adults. As does Logan, who is 5. I'm raising them right.

Connor wants to type:vvv

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Pretty light on content

This blog has been a wee bit lacking as of late. I think of stuff to write while at work and by the time I get home, it's all gone. Right now, I'm listening to The Very Best on Lala. Pitchfork gave it an 8.6. It's Afropop. It's not too bad. I'm apparently Ian from High Fidelity now.

Lindy is at her cake class learning how to do stuff with fondant. I made a baseball player out of it a couple of weeks ago. YES!

The boys are behind me playing Jedi math on the Leapster.

We wrestled earlier.

We played a very quick game of Monopoly in which Logan bought everything then got hit with a Community Chest card asking him for $150. He had $38. I didn't explain all the mortgaging stuff, so I win.

Connor is wearing only a shirt. I don't know why.

I'm catching up on two years worth of McSweeney's quarterly concerns now, but other books are calling out to me.

Playoff baseball starts soon. Go Cards!

Speaking of baseball, I won my fantasy league this year. Way to go team Nigel!

My mascot was a garden gnome wearing a Cards hat.

I made gnocchi with chicken, roasted peppers, and a Gorgonzola, white wine, and cream sauce tonight. It took awhile, but wasn't half bad.

The kids hated dinner and had jellies.

I've been playing Batman: Arkham Asylum on the ol 360. It's fun fun fun.

Why do kids feel compelled to stand right in front of the television? Logan will start off on the couch and slowly creep his way forward until he gets yelled at, then he comes back and the process starts again.

Connor is singing "Psycho Killer."

Looking for new music? Check out the XX. They're really laid back. It reminds me of the Notwist, but better.

I'm going to go watch Jeopardy now.