Dept. of Homeland Security (I feel like that is a Nazi Germany title every time I see it) Secretary Michael Chertoff just announced to the world that he has a "gut feeling" that we will be hit by "the terrorists" this summer.
We have added a new color to the chart of homeland security warnings: bile.
In all seriousness, how is this man still in charge of ANYTHING after making a comment like that? What do all of the nation's police forces & first responders do with that information? Think about it: The person charged with the entire domestic security apparatus of the United States just happens to think his stomach is telling him we will be attacked. No facts, no intelligence to share. These people are destroying this country worse than any "terrorist" could ever hope to.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, July 09, 2007
The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword
Friday was Grace's 3rd birthday, and an afternoon party was planned. Around one-ish, Sarah asked my sister Jen to help Grace wind down in her room for a little quiet time. The idea of an actual nap ahead of the festivities was remote at best, as she was pretty wound up, especially after getting her new dollhouse as a present.
Jen stayed with her for a while, fell asleep, then decided to go to her own bed for some proper rest. Grace was pretty calm, so it was a no brainer.
I was dispatched to her room about 45 minutes before guests were to arrive to get her up. It had been pretty quiet up there for a while, so perhaps she did fall asleep.
When I opened the door I was greeted by a look of total and utter mischievous guilt. In her right hand was a Red Sharpie. She had been a busy girl.
Both of her legs were covered (and I mean COVERED) with Pollockian lines & splotches. Her stomach had not been spared either. She managed to cover the inside of her bellybutton as well. The arms weren't too bad & she had applied some sharpie eyeliner & rouge, not to mention a small botched hair dye job.
I won't go into any detail about the duvet cover, her bed sheets, some of her new dollhouse furniture & a section of the wide plank pine floors that got a makeover.
My first question to her was "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SHARPIE????" He reply was defensive, but to the point: "From Auntie Jen," as if that made it all okay. A horrified Jennifer realized that it had fallen out of her pocket when she fell asleep in Grace's room, however briefly. Instantly, she (Grace, but also possibly Jennifer, I am not sure) sensed my anger, and she burst into floods of tears & that kind of early child sobbing that makes you wish you never raised your voice.
A quick call to the Sharpie corporation for advice (the party was only 30 minutes away now) yielded little help, so we just threw her into the bath. By this time she had calmed down enough for me to give her the bath (poor Auntie Jen, now certainly traumatized herself had started the bath as a kind of penance but promptly splashed soap into Grace's eyes. Cue the sobbing anew) & I scrubbed hard enough to give her a couple of bruises.
She wore long pants to the party. And at one point, she took off her trousers (and underwear as well), ran onto the porch with a whole piece of chocolate cake on a fork & exclaimed "CHOCOLATE!!" in a feral sort of voice.
How was your weekend?
Jen stayed with her for a while, fell asleep, then decided to go to her own bed for some proper rest. Grace was pretty calm, so it was a no brainer.
I was dispatched to her room about 45 minutes before guests were to arrive to get her up. It had been pretty quiet up there for a while, so perhaps she did fall asleep.
When I opened the door I was greeted by a look of total and utter mischievous guilt. In her right hand was a Red Sharpie. She had been a busy girl.
Both of her legs were covered (and I mean COVERED) with Pollockian lines & splotches. Her stomach had not been spared either. She managed to cover the inside of her bellybutton as well. The arms weren't too bad & she had applied some sharpie eyeliner & rouge, not to mention a small botched hair dye job.
I won't go into any detail about the duvet cover, her bed sheets, some of her new dollhouse furniture & a section of the wide plank pine floors that got a makeover.
My first question to her was "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT SHARPIE????" He reply was defensive, but to the point: "From Auntie Jen," as if that made it all okay. A horrified Jennifer realized that it had fallen out of her pocket when she fell asleep in Grace's room, however briefly. Instantly, she (Grace, but also possibly Jennifer, I am not sure) sensed my anger, and she burst into floods of tears & that kind of early child sobbing that makes you wish you never raised your voice.
A quick call to the Sharpie corporation for advice (the party was only 30 minutes away now) yielded little help, so we just threw her into the bath. By this time she had calmed down enough for me to give her the bath (poor Auntie Jen, now certainly traumatized herself had started the bath as a kind of penance but promptly splashed soap into Grace's eyes. Cue the sobbing anew) & I scrubbed hard enough to give her a couple of bruises.
She wore long pants to the party. And at one point, she took off her trousers (and underwear as well), ran onto the porch with a whole piece of chocolate cake on a fork & exclaimed "CHOCOLATE!!" in a feral sort of voice.
How was your weekend?
Monday, July 02, 2007
As Expected
Leave it to President Bush to create sympathy for Paris Hilton, but she just spent a shitload more jail time than Scooter Libby ever will.
Rome (final days version), here we come.
Rome (final days version), here we come.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Make My Day
These days I am working on the FX show Rescue Me, which if you don't know, is sort of a broad comedy/drama about NY City firemen, warts & all. Yesterday we were filming in my neighborhood in Brooklyn. As luck would have it, we were doing driving shots with our fire truck & decided to take a turn down my street. I called Sarah & asked her to get to the window with our daughter Grace straight away. As we drove by our home I waved to my little girl (soon to be 3) from the window of the fire truck. She was flapping her arms like there was no tomorrow as our fireman driver hit the siren. It was a truly wonderful moment. When I got home later she was breathless in her excitement. It made my year!
This is one advantage to my work. Unfortunately, Grace now thinks I am a fireman.
This is one advantage to my work. Unfortunately, Grace now thinks I am a fireman.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Going Back to my Roots
I just got finished perusing the Craigslist board for a sublet in August. As we are renting out our apartment as of August 1 & I will be doing a job for most of that month, I need a place to crash 4 nights a week.
From the looks of things in my price range, I will almost certainly be reaquainting myself with futon living.
From the looks of things in my price range, I will almost certainly be reaquainting myself with futon living.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I know how Netflix stays in business
Just put our copy of "Vera Drake" (unwatched) back in the post today to Netflix.
We had the movie since May 25th.
Of last year.
We had the movie since May 25th.
Of last year.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Reason #129 why I know Moving upstate is the right idea
I spent much of the week worrying that the lettuces and herbs I had planted on Sunday were getting dehydrated by the lack of watering.
Upon arrival, they looked perfect. Crisis averted.
Did I mention the traffic getting out of the city tonight?
Upon arrival, they looked perfect. Crisis averted.
Did I mention the traffic getting out of the city tonight?
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