Archive for October, 2008

2nd Entry for October 28, 2008

October 28, 2008

From an article in the 10/30/2008 Rolling Stone about David Foster Wallace (writer)

Joke: What does a writer say after sex? Was it as good for me as it was for you?

“There is in writing, a certain blend of sincerity and manipulation, of trying to always gauge what the particular effect of something is gonna be,” he said. “It’s a very precious asset that really needs to be turned off sometimes. My guess is that writers probably make fun, skilled, satisfactory and seemingly considerate partners for other people. But the experience for them is often rather lonely.”

This is often my feeling about telling a joke – and my feeling that I might be good at it – but there’s always that element of trying to figure out if I’m really good at it – or people are just humoring me. There’s always a little bit of me that thinks that I could be as funny as any comedian, but I could be wrong. Eh. That’s probably the writer in me.


Entry for October 28, 2008

October 28, 2008

I can’t sleep – so I’ve got some random thoughts.

One of my favorite jokes – but it’s sort of awful and I can only share with you. Maury Povich is on a dais (sp?) with Susie Essman while roasting somebody else. She turns to him and says, “I know why Maury Povich married Connie Chung. Jews loves to eat Chinese – at least twice a week, right?”

Another thing. Henry is starting to be a pain in the butt while dressing. Last year, when Henry was starting day care, I saw some kid wearing a pajama top to school (and I knew it was a pajama top because Henry had the same thing) – and I was totally scornful of this awful parent who had descended to this level. Now, I understand and would totally do it. Because Henry is such a pain in the butt to dress some days, I would totally give up and just send him to school in his sleep clothes – whatever they may be.

A funny Henry dressing story. Henry was being a pain, as per usual, and I pulled out a couple of shirts I was trying to decide what to put on him. He totally rejected the first shirt – saying “No!” But then he pulled out the second shirt – a plaid button down, and acted like he wanted to try it on, saying “Dada.” (this might only be funny if you know that like many men and the majority of geologists, W only owns plaid shirts.)

Entry for October 25, 2008

October 25, 2008

Funny thing –

W took Henry to the store the other day. In front of the store was the supply truck for Coors Beer. This apparently blew Henry’s mind – because, of all wonderful things – not only is there a big truck but it’s a big truck with a Silver Bullet train painted on it! “Cuck! Doo-doo! Cuck! Doo-doo!”

UK is okay!

October 17, 2008

I don’t know how else to say this, so I’m just going to bust it out.

I have a friend who now lives in the UK, and she’s a little unhappy about it – and I think part of it is that besides the weather being just craphouse – is that she doesn’t mesh with them – I think it’s a thing with her from being in the Midwest, and very nice and softspoken, and then it’s the UK people – who, as W says, can be seen as blunt or rude and abrupt.

When I commented I didn’t have any issues when I was in the UK during previous visits, and certainly none in traveling in other English-speaking nations, W just looked at me and said, that’s because you’re sort of rude and abrupt. What?!!!

But I have to agree. My whole family’s like that. So, I guess if one grows up in a rude household, the rudeness of other people fall away like so much chaff. That’s yet another gift of my family – sort of. If you can stand their personal rudeness, you’re all set.

Entry for October 16, 2008

October 16, 2008

Within the last 4-5 days, Henry has figured out that a kiss contains a pucker and a little suction – and is not just a press of lips. This is kind of nice. Well, it’s better than the kisses he used to give a couple of months before he did the pressed lips thing – he’d go at you with his mouth open and then try to lick you. So, it’s all improvements.

Entry for October 02, 2008

October 2, 2008

W came home late last night – and Henry and I were already sleeping. I woke up, but Henry only stirred, and said, very clearly, “bub-bul.” Then he went back to sleep. W thinks that if Henry dreams about bubbles, that is awesome, and funny.