My Addled Brain

Currently playing: Fountains of Wayne - Utopia Parkway

First and foremost: a HUGE congratulations to the MCG’s - they are now expecting their first child! I got word this morning from the MCG himself, who still seemed a bit bamboozled by the news (even though they’ve planned for this). What does this mean? I’m so glad you asked, virtual visitor person! It means:

1. The Madre gets her long-awaited grandchild.
2. The Padre gets to feel one generation older than he already felt.
3. I’m gonna be an Uncle. Uncle Brett.

It’s that last one that’s been stuck in my head this morning. Before this, I had a wide range of titles: Buddy. Pal. Sir. Chump. Yankee. (That last one comes via The Sweet One, who should know that the word "Peachy" is now a part of my daily vocabulary, and I hope he’s happy about that.) Mr. Glisson. But I’ve never been Uncle - that’s a title that comes with a measure of responsibility.

*Gulp*

Apparently, my primary responsibility will be to keep the little bugger out of Robby’s nefarious clutches. He’s been tottering around the house all morning - if he wasn’t a robot, I’d swear he was salivating - muttering something about * "mold[-ing] this child to my will" * and looking at photos of SS Troops. For a harmless giant robot with opposable thumbs, he sure can creep me out sometimes.

In any case, I am extremely happy for both of them, and wish them the best of luck.

In completely unrelated news, we have another wedding announcement. Congratulations to Michelle Thresher, who got engaged in March to Dave Mumbletomyselfbecauseidontrememberhislastname. She seems excited by this news, but then again, since I only hear from her a few times a year, it could have been dinner. She’s also bound for Washington D.C. in a couple months, to work in the exciting hustle and bustle that is our nation’s federal judicial system. Personally, I would take a job shoveling snow over that (assuming I could make the same amount of money, hey, I might be petty, but I’m not stupid. I think.) - law and it’s application has never interested me. But then again, that’s what makes Michelle more specialer than me.

Jefe has sent me a few pictures of my youth. I’ve posted them in Out of Focus, and the obligatory accompanying e-mail is in the usual place. Warning: these pictures are chock full of suggestive hand gestures. (OK, Vanna White style hand gestures, but hand gestures nonetheless.)

Another double feature of movie reviews: Men In Black 2.

Biz Markie is
a rapping postal worker.
Movie’s way too short.

Minority Report.

In the future, all
new cars will come full of gas
when manufactured.

Author’s Note: I’ve been sitting on this article since Tuesday, to make sure certain people were contacted concerning what I just discussed. That’s why the date is from three days ago. Hey, I’m not giving away anything here when it comes to these things.

Currently playing:No Doubt - Hella Good

I had dinner with the MCG’s on Friday. We were supposed to go see Mr. Deeds, but the Mrs. wasn’t feeling up to it, so we just ate dinner at The Olive Garden and visited that bastion of late night commerce, Super Wal-Mart, to buy dog food for Smores and milk for, well, normal stuff you use milk for. While at dinner, MCG revealed that the Madre was miffed that I haven’t updated the website in a while; apparently, she uses this to keep up with my goings on. So, by request - this update, is for you, Ma.

Went to Orlando on Saturday to visit with former roommate, current EA Games employee, and all around good guy Felix Rivero. It was his 29th birthday, and for the special occasion, he wanted to go to Medieval Times. It was a good time - I got to see his folks, who are genuninely nice people and a hoot to be around. Felix’s girlfriend, Kristin, is also pretty cool, and a software geek to boot - there are few better things in life than a geek girl, lemme tell ya. I also got to see Felix’s sister, and to be completely honest, I had forgotten how drop-dead gorgeous she is. I mean, wow. Should be a law. And the image was only compounded by, upon seeing her for the first time in six or seven years, she blinked a couple of times and said, "Oh, hi! It has been a while - have you been working out?"

Working out?

While I appreciate the comment, and yes, I have been working on getting rid of the goiter here and there, I’m FAIRLY certain I was a bit more svelte in my younger days. I’ll try and dig up a picture to show you what I’m talking about - sort of a before and after deal.

Anyway, the girl knows how to make a guy feel good, that’s for sure. So to Felix: HOOK A BROTHER UP! That is all…

My apartment is being tented next weekend. I have to vacate Friday by noon, and can’t get back in until Sunday afternoon. So, by Friday, I have to throw away all non canned perishables, completely clean out my fridge, open all my drawers and cabinets, and unplug everything. The complex is going to supply us with a hotel this weekend, so nobody goes homeless; personally, I’m going to lobby for a room in Vegas - I’d like to stay at the Bellagio, but I’ll accept this one, this one, or this one. Ah hell, who am I kidding? I’ll even take this one. Any excuse to go back to Vegas. Unfortunately, I have a feeling that this is all I’m going to get. Cheap bastards. And I’m not sure what to do with Robby in all of this. I’m afraid to take him to the hotel - he’ll run up the Spectravision bill, I just know it.

A double shot of movie reviews for you. First: Lilo and Stitch.

Critter from outer
space eats Hawaii. Elvis
makes him real bitchin’.

Second: Mr. Deeds.

Longfellow Deeds.
I just like that name, somehow.
Longfellow Deeds.

Finally, because I’m sure I won’t get around to posting again before then: Happy 4th of July, everyone!