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Elvis is Alive Part II

I don't know if it is ethical to write a sequel to someone else's post without their written consent, so I'll plead ignorance on this one.  The post of which this is a response to is found here.  I originally typed this out as a comment but I got a little too combative and long-winded and so I felt it necessary to move everything inland a bit.

For those of you that do not watch Project Runway, I apologize because this is not going to make a whole lot of sense to you. (but you should really watch it, it is pretty sweet).

Let's jump right into it:

My first query: Why is everyone on Michael's jock?  

Part of the answer is that he might have done undergrad at your alma mater.  The other part of the answer might be that he is a great critical thinker and has a versatility that the other designers don't have, all of which I agree with.  His clothes are NOT spectacular.  Take the "jetsetting challenge".  Seersucker is a great fabric but is nothing new in Urban wear. I seem to recall Jay Z wearing a seersucker suit to court last year...and baggy cargos?  Great for a Naughty by Nature vid, 1996, not so much for HipHop jetsetting in 2006.  Sidenote: Michael looked like Emeril in that shirt.  The truth is, the judges are known for making and writing about couture and clothing lines steeped in the European/American tradition of fashion.  Urban American fashion doesn't appear to be their forte' and consequently I feel they 'kid glove' it.

My second query: Huh?

"Angela got axed in something a lot of women would look cute in"  Stacey.  you know a hell of a lot more about clothes and fashion than I do but, HUH?  I wanted to take her "signature flourishes" and hot glue them to a hog's ass where they belong (my original version of this sentence was a bit too graphic/violent to post, as you can imagine).

My third query:  Can't we all agree that Vincent is charming?

I agree he is not the top three material but he is the only male jetsetter that didn't look like an uncomfortable douchebag in a douchbaggy costume.  I would wear his outfit (ill-fitting neck and all).  Everthing he says is the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life and I think Stacey and Vincent would have beautiful babies together.

My fourth query:  Why must we hate Jeffrey so?

Am I to believe that Angela's mother was NOT attempting to sabotage him?  Cut him some slack (slacks...Nar Nar).  11 months ago he was high, broke and probably wearing Doc Marten knock-offs.  look how far he has come.

Spam, you're the spammiest.

HaaaaaaaHa

So yesterday, CNN's Kyra Phillips went potty during a Bush press conference AND SHE FORGOT TO TURN OFF HER MICROPHONE. HAAAAAAAHA. She can be heard making small talk, badmouthing her sister-in-law and (my fave) zipping her zipper. Awesome.

My new favorite blog

Because I work nights, I never gave the Ken Jennings "Jeopardy!" phenomenon its deserved full attention. On my nights off I would watch, and laugh, all in amazement at this guy's smarts. Well, Jen told me the other day about http://www.ken-jennings.com/blog/ and how much she loved it. Well, the site is awesome. He's hilarious and there's two bonus points: He posts all the time, and it's not banned at my work! You can even join his weekly trivia contest that he e-mails out every Tuesday. I can't wait! Thanks, Jen.

By the way, Barry, that Chattababy looks awesome up there. Thanks for the new masthead.

The longest birthday ever.

There are moments when I can't believe I'm as old as I am. But I feel better physically than I did 10 years ago. I don't think, Oh God, I'm missing something.
Madonna Ciccone, born August 16th, 1958

Every time I think that I'm getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.
Elvis Presley, died August 16th, 1977

I'm watching the 90 year old man across the street take 30 minutes to get from his car to his porch and I'm thinking, 'I'm closer to that than I should be'.
Barry, born August 16th, 1974

I'd like to begin the non-quote portion of this post by thanking my family (in-laws too) for the gifts and well-wishes on my birthday. My parents took us all to Ichiban last night and I ate more raw fish than friggin Triton. I am not kidding when I tell you that my hair somehow formed itself into a dorsal fin while I slept.

On a darker and more philosophical note, now's about the time when getting older is just not fun anymore. Yesterday, a 12 hour work day left me totally sapped of energy, add to that a little yard work and then gathering up the family for an evening out and WHEW! I was a total zombie...an achey, breaky zombie. An achey breaky birthday zombie with the best friends and family ever. Lord bless...I just pooped a little...into the pants. Is this supposed to be happening at 32?

From New York Times:

William Thurston of Cornell, the author of a deeper conjecture that includes Poincare’s, said, “Math is really about the human mind, about how people can think effectively, and why curiosity is quite a good guide,” explaining that curiosity is tied in some way with intuition.
“You don’t see what you’re seeing until you see it,” Thurston said, “but when you do see it, it lets you see many other things.”

And cars, too. Watch out for your cars if I'm around

Thank goodness at least I hadn't been drinking Saturday night ... but after a wonderful pizza dinner with Sarah's friend and friend's parents, guys started flocking to our house for the first Titans' preseason matchup against the Saints. So, after Sarah went to bed I figured I'd go buy some beer. Well, I figured my car right into Nick's. As I was backing out of the driveway John even tried to warn me, saying "woah, woah," but thinking it was a joke I was actually chuckling "ha, ha" to myself — until I backed right in to the gold Saturn, which was parked right behind me in the street. How in the world did I not see it? It's a car! Well, thank goodness I wasn't going fast, and that Saturns are made to handle a bit of roughhousing. I haven't seen it in the daylight, but I'm hoping damage is nil? Anyway, now you all are warned: If I have keys in my hand, beware.

Keep me away from your children

Sarah's favorite day of the week is Friday. On Friday she knows mommy will take her to class at the Discovery Museum and then daddy will take her to Nightfall (a free concert series downtown, but more importantly balloon animals, popcorn and lemonade for the kiddo.)

Well, Sarah was ADORABLE at class on Friday. She was so excited about all the activities and would yell out, "Woah. This is fun," at random moments. It was the elevator ride after class where things took an awful turn. It was a packed elevator, and Sarah and I were standing in front of the buttons. When we reached the ground floor, I was concerned about a little girl who was leaning against right where the doors were going to open. My fear of her falling out, however, was interrupted by my own Sarah's poor little screams. Sarah had her hand on the elevator door as it opened, and her tiny little fingers got pulled in where the door disappears. She was stuck. hard. And I didn't know what to do. I pushed "door closed," and then someone behind me pushed the alarm. Finally I just bumped the door really hard with my hip to free up her fingers, which looked bad. But a quick-thinking samaritin and an icepack later and Sarah was smiling and her fingers were just a bit swollen. Full movement, no breakage.

It seems that all the freakish accidents that happen to Sarah happen on my watch, which forces me to think maybe they aren't freakish accidents at all but that I'm an irresponsible parent. So please, now everyone is warned: Don't trust me. And I have received news today that there is one more baby born with whom I should not be trusted. My cousin Kitty had her first baby today, but I'll have to call for details tomorrow. Congratulations!