Thursday, July 30, 2015

Birbaglia, Herbaglia, Herbaglia Doggy Bag

The fam took an extended weekend trip to the woods of Massachusetts to visit Katie the North American Traveler.  It was a weird drive up (about 8 and a half hours, stopping every 45 minutes or so because nobody's eat/sleep/shit/piss schedules were lining up), but a good visit and fairly relaxing, and then a fun, normal drive back with a long lunch stop at a mall in New York and a restaurant that we first thought was named DADDY but was actually called DADDY O's.

Katie has a great ability to choose dwellings conveniently located next to raspberry bushes where you can just go outside and eat raspberries right off the bush until you get sick.

Also, we got to meet Katie's parents, who were lovely people and drank G&T's.  So you know they were OK in my book.  Although I wasn't drinking that night because the day before we left on the trip I had developed some weird sort of vertigo that left me feeling slightly off for most of the weekend but seems to have gone away on its own.  When I would get up after having laid on my back, the room would spin as though I was very very drunk.  But, like I said, it seems to have gone away on its own.

Work is gearing up for Season #2.  I should be pretty busy from next week until the end of the year.

I would like to have some popcorn.  I'm probably gonna make some popcorn and have a G&T.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

New Bloom

Well, the best news that I've heard in awhile is that there are going to be new Bloom County comic strips.  Bloom County, as I've said before, is one of my favorite pieces of art ever.  One of the things that has shaped my sensibilities and tastes.   It is very strange to experience something that I very much associate with my childhood and young adulthood in a modern setting -- on the internet, on Facebook, of all places.  Makes it seem somehow less weighty and real.  Something is definitely lost in the transition from analog to digital.  A lot is gained, but there's some sort of mystical connection between the bottom of the brain and the fingers and the stomach (and maybe the pit of the butthole) that's lost.  No news there, I guess.

Work has been pleasantly slow.  Hopefully summers will be that way for awhile, but I'm guessing they will fill up in future years.  But I've been enjoying some quiet and relatively e-mail-and-headache-free days.

Samuel is a handful.  Super sweet and wonderful one second and a nasty little terror the next.  I think he'll end up OK.  It's like his little molten psyche is still cooling and forming and there are little fireballs that randomly shoot out.  It's weird.

Anna is cute and totally smiley and pretty damned chill.  Jeannie and I worried that easy baby Samuel was going to sucker us into having another one who would turn out to be the spawn of Satan, but so far this does not seem to be the case.

Two kids is definitely tough, though.  I'm hoping that as they get older it gets easier.  From what people have told me, ages 4 through 11 or so seem to be somewhat stable, so maybe it'll get easier in a year or so.

OK, Samuel wants to see a sea plane video now so I must surrender the computer.