My Addled Brain

Currently playing: David Gray - Falling Down the Mountain

Rather than the standard sorry for not updating blah blah blah blah busy at work blah blah blah blah 40 of 8-Ball blah blah blah blah Courtney Love blah blah blah blah Robby’s crazy blah blah blah you usually get from me, I thought I’d dive right in as if nothing ever happened.

Deep breath.

Here we go.

Rumors are swirling about a new Tampa office - yet again. I grow tired of hearing about this, to be honest, because it gets my hopes up. So, until I get an address and am told to be there on Monday, I’m going to ignore it. (I use Monday only as a hypothetical day - in reality, I would be more than happy to show up on any other work day. For instance, if I were told to show up on Wednesday, I would be more than happy to. However, being asked to show up on a Saturday would result in extreme violence. Or crying. Lots and lots of crying.)

Dear old Andy hit the road yesterday with pre-teen heartthrob Aaron Carter again, taking a two month trek that will culminate in his probable arrest for sex with a minor, or perhaps just a touch of motion sickness. Godspeed Andy, and feel free to pop that bugger in the mouth if he starts to give you any lip. Afterward, remind him that chicks think scars are sexy - no harm, no foul.

The Padre had his birthday last week. I think he’s 83. But he might be 42 - I’m pretty lousy with ages. So, happy birthday Pop.

Technology is an amazing thing. I got the images of the MCG’s nubbin-in-progress, and today, I open my e-mail, and low and behold. Apparently, taking the information from the sonogram, factoring in the looks of the parents, swishing in some family DNA traits, and add a dash of computerized magic, the doctors have actually created computerized images of what their first child will look like after it has been born. I was rather impressed by the results, and I’m sure you will be, as well. Here’s their child as a girl, and here as a boy. Astounding what you can do with a computer these days, innit?

And what long-awaited post would be complete without movie reviews? Another double dip for you. Victim #1 - Goldmember.

As Austin Powers
movies go, it was the worst.
Still hilarious.

#2 - Signs

Aliens invade
or do they? I’m not telling.
Wear your tinfoil hat.

Extra special Signs review addendum: Best movie I’ve seen this year.

See, I told you I’d have more today.