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Katherine loves Sandra Boynton’s books. Her current favorite is The Going to Bed Book. She can identify cats (“meow”), elephants (“eleleleleh”), bars, not to mention doggies, rabbits, lions (“roaw!”), and…

Katherine loves Sandra Boynton’s books. Her current favorite is The Going to Bed Book.

She can identify cats (“meow”), elephants (“eleleleleh”), bars, not to mention doggies, rabbits, lions (“roaw!”), and even pigs (“la-la-la” — heritage of another Boynton book). And she’s learning rhinos and hippos.

And when the animals take a bath and “scrub, scrub, scrub!” she scrubs herself. And when they “brush and brush and brush their teeth,” she rubs her finger in her mouth, and when “they rock and rock and rock to sleep,” she rocks back and forth.

I cannot tell you how cute and clever she is. Not that I’m biased mind you. She really is incredibly cute and clever. Really.

Kitten

After deciding that tone of her noises upstairs had changed from “awake and having fun” to “awake and getting torqued,” I went upstairs and rescued Kitten from her crib. She…

After deciding that tone of her noises upstairs had changed from “awake and having fun” to “awake and getting torqued,” I went upstairs and rescued Kitten from her crib. She can climb out — or at least, she used to be able to, before she got sick. I think she’s forgotten how, which is why she’ll sit there, the things she wants only a few feet away on the Ottoman, out of reach, taunting and tantalizing her.

The things these days are primarily binkies, a/k/a pacifiers. She has several of them, most of the same variety (symmetric and round — she’s never cared much for the “naturally formed” binkies). Katherine has taken to having on in her mouth as a comfort thing most of the time. I’ve tried to discourage this, but not to the point of having her wail and moan and gnash her little white teeth about it. I just try to spirit them off the floor when she abandons them there.

Our goal is to super-saturate the house with binkies, however, so that any time we need to find one, one is at hand, precipitating out of the solution. We suffered a serious binkie loss during our trip to Faerie, and we’ve had to restock.

A quick diapie change, and off we go down the stairs. She’d managed to get her “wake up in the morning and slurp some” sippie cup out of her bag, but had dropped it under the crib. Now I recovered it and handed it to her, and she toddled her way to the stairs. Always willing to take a finger, a few steps down she realized she had handicapped herself, and handed me the cup, too, so that she could grab the bannister.

Downstairs, and off like a shot. You’d think she’d run for the living room, where she rarely goes, but instead it’s off to the Gated Community in the breakfast room. She quick pulls out some toys, and then runs over and hands me the engine to the train that her Aunt Mary gave her. We have the little track set up on the hearth, and have refrained from running it any more than necessary, largely because it has a little “popper” in the smoke stack which, after a few minutes, leads adults to think about infanticide.

I endeavor to restrain myself, as I set up the little train and set it to popping, little animals in the cars spinning and bobbing and rocking.

A few minutes later, she’s come over, tapped me on the leg, and urged me over to the fridge. Ah. Hungry. I plop her up in her high chair, and break out the yogurt.

And what’s really cool is, when she’s done eating yogurt, she’ll make “Pay attention to me” noises, and hand the cup and spoon up to me. Keen.

While her vocabulary is still limited, she’s definitely learned about the “talking” thing. She keeps up a fairly steady chit-chat, and is clearly telling us about stuff. I just wish at times I knew what. Time for that soon enough, I suppose.

While she’s up there, it’s time for her antibiotics, nearly finishing up from her illness when we drove home. She’s on Augmentin, and she cares for the taste (something citrissy, I gather from Margie) much less than the bubble gum of the Amoxin, though both are largely the same medication. Still, after making an initial face, she’s a very good girl as I squirt the rest of her teaspoon in.

A bit of left-over chicken tender — and, of course, some of the Cheerios which I spread like feed corn on her tray — and she’s up and running, ready to get up. Caper, frolic, Daddy-read-this-book, climb up on the rocking chair and play with the rocking Ottoman. As the train pops its way along more and more slowly, its AA batteries grinding down.

And Playhouse Disney, of course, with her friends, Rolie Polie Olie, Stanley, PB&J Otter, and so forth.

Life with Squiggy. It’s good.

Squiggy-boo

I would talk more about what Life with Katherine is like, but James Lileks does such a good job of it, I don’t have to. You’ve probably heard it a…

I would talk more about what Life with Katherine is like, but James Lileks does such a good job of it, I don’t have to.

You’ve probably heard it a million times, and those who haven’t done the toddler thing will never understand it, and those who have don’t need to hear it, but … as annoying and aggravating and irksome and troublesome and just-when-you’re-sitting-down-wanting-something-ish as Life with Katherine can be, when she smiles that little smile, when she laughs, when she giggles and says, “Da-da!” — it’s all worth it. All of it. Dirty diapers, screaming at 4 in the morning, interrupted TV shows and all. No question.

Maybe this is just some genetic hard-wiring, but it so, it’s good stuff, and it feels good.

Haiku

Daughter is screaming, It is way past her bedtime. Where’s the Tylenol? Heh. Except that Katherine is slowly getting better. Margie’s the one who’s hacking like a three-pack-a-dayer, and in…

Daughter is screaming,
It is way past her bedtime.
Where’s the Tylenol?

Heh. Except that Katherine is slowly getting better. Margie’s the one who’s hacking like a three-pack-a-dayer, and in the last hour (yes, love, I know, I should have come to bed sooner) I’ve been feeling slightly feverish, scratchy-throated, and generally moogy.

Hmmm. Where is that Tylenol?

(Poetry via Sekimori)

Why I don’t play the market

Well, we made it home, and on Wednesday (sorta). We didn’t leave Faerie/SoCal until about 11:30a PST, having determined that Katherine had an ear infection in each ear. We got…

Well, we made it home, and on Wednesday (sorta). We didn’t leave Faerie/SoCal until about 11:30a PST, having determined that Katherine had an ear infection in each ear. We got drops for her ears, antibiotics, and eye drops (since her eyes are kinda gooky), and were, after an heroic last-moment pack-n-cram, on the road.

We were in time to hit rush hour in Vegas, but that wasn’t too bad. Darkness fell before we got to Arizona. I drove the first leg, to Mesquite, NV, just before crossing the border. Margie drove up through Utah, until Richfield, half an hour beyond the I-15/I-70 interchange (and I remain boggled at the lack of development at that spot). I drove across Utah, which is remarkable for being full of absolutely nothing except one blip of lights at Green River. I took the first chunk of Colorado, up to Glenwood Springs, and then Margie took over for the second (and much hairier) part, all the way home.

The roadway through the Rockies wasn’t all that bad, except for some oddly drifting/blowing snow, right atop the roadway, which gave Margie a few bad turns (metaphorically). Since she didn’t have a free hand to change CDs, she got stuck listening to the LotR soundtrack. Since my “sleep” in the back with Katherine consisted of 20 minutes of silence and then Katherine getting upset an an altitude change (toddler + ear infection + altitude change = upset), I got to listen to it a lot, too.

We got home at 5:00a, MST. We plopped Katherine in her crib, and us in our (large, cushy, cold) bed. Katherine lasted there about an hour, then wanted to get up. Daddy’s turn, since Mommy drove. We spent the next three-four hours down on the couch, Daddy snoozing on and off while Katherine did likewise on his stomach.

We slacked off yesterday, aside from unloading the van and running to the store and buying milk.

Expect a more normal, action-packed blogging in the days to come.

Hot blooded (check it and see)

Well, Katherine had a low-grade fever last night. This morning it was much higher. Though some kiddy-Advil has brought it down a bit (and turned her from Lethargic Lass to…

Well, Katherine had a low-grade fever last night. This morning it was much higher. Though some kiddy-Advil has brought it down a bit (and turned her from Lethargic Lass to her normal Squiggly Self), we’ve got a 9:10 appointment with a Kaiser doc to get recommendations and stuff like that.

So prognosis for our leaving today? 40%.

Blogger Insider

I almost missed my deadline here, but I managed to squeak it out. Yes, it’s another installment of Blogger Insider, where random bloggers send 10-15 probing, penetrating, and otherwise inappropriately…

I almost missed my deadline here, but I managed to squeak it out. Yes, it’s another installment of Blogger Insider, where random bloggers send 10-15 probing, penetrating, and otherwise inappropriately touching questions to each other.

My partner this week is Eleanor Holmes. Of the three BI folks I’ve been linked with, she’s doubtless the most “compatible,” since she enjoys both RPGs and “Undercover Blues.” Her being from Australia lends a mysterious, exotic, foreign air to her great question — along with that cute Australian accent.

Since I just sent my questions to her (almost missing it, here in Faerie), she probably hasn’t answered them yet, but here are hers to me.

1. Ah-ha… Someone I could have lengthy LotR discussions with, I see! So, what would you define as the central theme of the books, and how does that relate to the movie? (I feel like I’m setting exam questions here!) I think that Peter Jackson has nailed it right on the head. The theme of the books is the influential role of the individual in the affairs of history. Sure, you’ve got this grand, sweeping, epic drama, with prophecies and the like scattered like buckshot. But, bottom line, the story is about how a couple of very small, very ordinary country folks manage, through great personal struggle and sacrifice, to overthrow the greatest evil in the land. Frodo is the least likely individual to do away with the Ring. Aragorn, Gandalf, Galadriel, even Boromir — all the Mighty and Powerful would seem far better choices. But against all odds, his personal dedication — and the dedication and love of his friend, Sam, make it happen, where any of the others would ultimately have failed. Great stuff, and very unexpected for most people.

2. Blogging: the lovely SJ stole my initial question (what made you start?) so I’ll ask: if you could have your blog be as beloved and famous as any other idolized blog, which would you pick? Eep! That’s a tough one, as there are many other blogs out there which I admire (as the Link List o’ Admired Blogs off to the left indicates). I’d probably have to say InstaPundit. I have a lot of admiration for the author (even when I don’t agree with him), and I think that in addition to something informative and entertaining, he’s actually providing a public service. Good stuff.

3. What’s your favorite smell in the world? Sauteeing onions and garlic. The basis for many, many, many good meals that Margie has cooked me.

4. I’m impressed to see that you did NaNoWriMo; I tried, but found that I just didn’t have time, and stopped. Tell us a bit about where you got your inspiration, and words of wisdom you’d pass to those trying it next year? Well, I have to confess that I will probably not do it next year, largely because it shot the bloody hell out of both my November and December schedules. That having been said, I was inspired by my wife (who supported me), my pal Doyce (who suggested the damned thing in the first place, the Infernal Gateway Drug that he is), any number of comic book writers, Kevin Smith, Stephen Brust, Neil Gaiman, and my own personal muse, who is still lolling, sated, somewhere in the back of my head. Words of wisdom I have to pass on from Roger Zelazny:

I try to write every day. I used to try to write four times a day, minimum of three sentences each time. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s kinda like the hare and the tortoise. If you try that several times a day you’re going to do more than three sentences, one of them is going to catch on. You’re going to say “Oh boy!” and then you just write. You fill up the page and the next page But you have a certain minimum so that at the end of the day, you can say “Hey I wrote four times today, three sentences, a dozen sentences. Each sentence is maybe twenty word long. That’s 240 words which is a page of copy, so at least I didn’t goof off completely today. I got a page for my efforts and tomorrow it might be easier because I’ve moved as far as I have”.

5. When you write, what do you need in your immediate environment to make you productive and efficient? Not much. A keyboard (because I can type about 40% as fast as I can think, which is far better than with any other medium). Some scrap paper. If I want to really pound things out, music and earphones help. Margie saved my butt during NaNoWriMo by taking care of Katherine while I sequestered myself in the guest room.

6. You’re a gamer! Hooray! So, go on. Tell us about your fave character.
Please? 🙂
Based on the verbiage I’ve dedicated to him, it would have to be Grinthorn, a half-elvish bard. I played him in a roll-your-own campaign during college, wrote a novel about him (which is not yet finally finished), extended his adventures into an abortive PBeM Mage: The Ascension campaign, and then turned him into a PBeM Amber character. In all incarnations, he’s a sassy bastard (literally), whose taken his childhood experiences of rejection and turned them into an iconoclastic turn-about rejection of authority. Which is nothing like me, but he’s the closest to my “voice” of all the characters I’ve ever run.

7. One of my favorite questions: If you could live in the ‘reality’ of any
one RPG or game system, what would you pick? What kind of person would you be?
Frankly, the “reality” of most game systems frightens the bejeebers out of me, since they are all front-loaded with lots of threats. Not that RL isn’t threatening, but it’s threats I know and can (mostly) manage. I’d probably either choose Phage’s Amber system, as one of the kids of that realm, or some sort of a metahuman hero in one of any number of supers RPGs. The latter is usually relatively straightforward and familiar, but with the bennies of some sort of keen power. The former would be far riskier, but with the possibilities of more significant powers. Plus I’d like to meet Fiona. And Flora.

[Question 8 never arrived. No, really.]

9. SJ swiped the Desert Island book question, so I’ll chime in with Desert
Island Discs: pick a dozen albums you’d take with you to aforementioned
desert island. (Alright alright, you can have something to play the albums
on if you like.)
Not fair! I’m hundreds of miles away from my collection! Yeesh! Hmmmm. A few I can think of:

  • Sting, Nine Summoner’s Tales
  • John Barry, Moviola
  • Enya, Shepherd Moons
  • Handel, Messiah (pref. the Christopher Hogwood recording)
  • Frente, Labour of Love
  • Loreena McKennitt, The Visit
  • Bach, The Brandenburg Concertos

    That’s all I can come up with off-hand … after this I’d have to cheat and start coming up with the 12-Disc Greatest Hits of the 80s, or the Collected Beethoven Symphonies or something.

    10. Many people have talked about the problems of integrating gaming into a normal family social life. Have you found it’s caused problems for you? Being married to a roleplayer must make it easier, but with Katherine it must still be a juggle. How’ve you found it to be? It’s certainly a lot easier being married to a role-player. Katherine has “kept me” from GMing since she was born, but that all changes in a few weeks, so we’ll see. But it does take time, and social commitment, and right now Margie and I are trading off Fridays playing in different campaigns while the other stays home with Katherine (and, truth be told, sort of enjoys a quiet night of being alone, once she’s asleep). Doyce and Jackie, friends of ours, both game, and they’ve managed to integrate Justin, their 11-year-old into the proceedings pretty well — he goes to cons with them, games in some things that Doyce runs, or just hangs out, tolerantly, since they spend a lot of non-game time with him, too. And the latter is probably the secret to making it work.

    11. If you had one hour to spend online every day, what would you do with
    it? How much time reading email, what sites would you visit, what forums
    would you hang out on, where would you surf?
    Egad. I’d probably spend about 20 minutes on e-mail (and cut way back on my mailing lists), 30 minutes blogging, and the remaining 10 minutes doing online “business” — shopping at Amazon, paying bills at PayMyBills, etc. But I wouldn’t like it.

    12. Of what achievement are you most proud? I try not to toot my own horn. Really. I’m always afraid I’ll say, “Yes, I’m horribly, horribly proud of this painting here,” only to have someone say, “Eewwww.” I’d have to say, at this point in my life, it’s been building a wonderful, wonderful marriage (particularly given some problems I had last time around). I had help, of course. But I’m proud of what we have, and what we’ve done, and of the little girl we’re bringing up.

    Isn’t that just too sappy for words? 🙂

  • Katherine calling Orson … Katherine calling Orson …

    For some reason, our daughter has started using “na-noo, na-noo” as a general utterance to mean “Look!” or “Don’t!” or “Thank you!” or “Pay attention!” or “I want that, and…

    For some reason, our daughter has started using “na-noo, na-noo” as a general utterance to mean “Look!” or “Don’t!” or “Thank you!” or “Pay attention!” or “I want that, and you haven’t given it to me yet!” We haven’t figured out what words she’s actually trying to use here, but listening to her intone “Na-noo, na-noo, na-noo, na-noo!” is amusing.

    At least for the first fifteen minutes.

    I know who needs binding in the dark …

    A clue for the father who was having to discuss with his son throughout the three hours of The Lord of the Rings what was going on: If you have…

    A clue for the father who was having to discuss with his son throughout the three hours of The Lord of the Rings what was going on:

    If you have to do that, you have taken your son to a movie that is inappropriate for him. Leave. Hang out in the halls and go to the next showing of Jimmy Neutron. Wait for the DVD.

    Do not disturb other moviegoers with your attempts to make up for this with your own personal narration. That is rude. It is also useless. It is also extremely annoying.

    Thanks. Just wanted to get that off my chest.

    A last (and first) fling

    Okay, here’s today’s ethical question, from an occurance in Australia. A child psychologist at a children’s hospital has admitted to arranging for a terminally ill 15-year-old boy to visit a…

    Okay, here’s today’s ethical question, from an occurance in Australia. A child psychologist at a children’s hospital has admitted to arranging for a terminally ill 15-year-old boy to visit a prostitute before he died.

    While everyone realized it was illegal (particularly since the parents were not informed), there’s been quite a bit of anonymous support, as well as official condemnation of the episode.

    [The psychologist] said he felt no qualms over not informing the boy’s parents about what was happening, saying that, like most 15-year-old boys, his patient was unwilling to talk to them about sex. The boy had little opportunity to meet girls of his own age, having been in and out of hospital since the age of 12.
    “He’d been sick for quite a long period and his schooling was very disrupted, so he had not had many opportunities to acquire and retain friends, and his access to young women was pretty poor,” said the specialist. “But he was very interested in young women and was experiencing that surge of testosterone that teenage boys have.”

    Okay, the parent side of me wants to say, hey, that child was the responsibility of his parents, and they should have been at least consulted over such “therapy.” The libertarian side of me says, hey, the kid was dying, it made him happy, just think of it as a “Make a Wish” trip to someplace other than Disneyland. And the slippery-slope side of me says, well, maybe it was okay in this particular case, but it’s sure not the sort of thing we want to encourage (of either our kids or our kids’ shrinks).

    Boy, I wish I had easy answers for all of these sorts of questions. Instead, all I get is multiple sides of me arguing over them.

    (Via Bazima)

    Parenting

    Doyce was kind enough to direct this little cartoon to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been quite that much in the groove, at least not in parenting, but I…

    Doyce was kind enough to direct this little cartoon to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been quite that much in the groove, at least not in parenting, but I try.

    I had a thought today, as I was running about the Santa Ana Zoo with Katherine and her cousin Nicholas. Much of the time parenting is spent in a crisis management zone. Where is she now? Can that hurt her? Why is she crying? Is she wet? Is she hungry? When will she need a nap? Could she fall from there? Could she break that? It’s way too easy to stay in that zone, because, like real life, there are more than enough opportunities available to worry.

    Even when the dangers become less immediate, I suspect it will still be easy to be in a constant state of low-level alarm. Where is she? Is her homework done? Should she be allowed to that stay-over? Did I get her to the dentist yet this year? Why is she so unhappy about those other girls at school? Does her Girl Scout leader seem trustworthy? How will I afford college for her? Will her grades be enough for a scholarship? Etc.

    But that’s a mistake. It’s a mistake that leads to people looking back and saying, “Where did all the time go?” It’s the mistake behind “The Cat’s in the Cradle.” It’s focusing on what could go wrong, and acting and thinking constantly to forestall it, rather than looking at what’s good and enjoying it while one may.

    Katherine was zippity-zooming around the playground, up and down the slide, up and down off the big frog, so excited she was letting out a long yell of joy. And I had to just take a moment to enjoy her enjoyment, to see how happy she was, to enjoy coordination and her cheerfulness and her gung-ho attitude.

    It was a neat moment. I need to take more of them.

    Playing catch-up

    Greetings, once again, from Faerie, where time slips by so incredibly easily without either the thought or opportunity to blog … We’ve been busy-busy-busy here in various revelry. Christmas Eve…

    Greetings, once again, from Faerie, where time slips by so incredibly easily without either the thought or opportunity to blog …

    We’ve been busy-busy-busy here in various revelry. Christmas Eve we went up to my brother-in-law’s for dinner. Yesterday, Christmas Day, we opened gifts here in the morning, went to my folks in the afternoon to open gifts there and have dinner with them and my Nona and some friends of theirs, and then up to dessert, again at the bro-in-law’s.

    This is, of course, Southern California, where trotting off 60 miles for dessert is never thought of as a problem.

    I’ve been having much fun with the digital camera, clicking many pictures, most (not surprising) of Katherine. Much fun indeed. And I helped my Dad with his digital camera — an Olympus, about 2-3 years old, significantly bigger (and slower), at 0.8MPixels, 2Mb memory, and, when purchased, the same price as the one I just got.

    This afternoon we went to a couple of game shops, as I searched for a mini-fig for Doyce’s Star Wars campaign, and some new d8’s and d4’s. We started at the Game Castle in Fullerton, where we’ve gone for many years. Good luck on the latter, not on the former (they were, typically, out of stock). GC has gotten progressively less and less … alive over time. They still have plenty of stock, but it’s gotten quiet and lifeless.

    Brookstone Hobbies in Garden Grove, on the other hand, is full of gaming stuff, wargaming stuff (both “paper” wargaming and miniature), not to mention models and all sorts of other keen, geeky stuff. We found the fig that was out of stock, a package of FUDGE dice (since I think I’ll be doing my campaign in FUDGE), and some keen quasi-cylindrical d4’s. Oh, and a special GM gift …

    It’s been very busy here since we arrived — something going on every night. That’s true tonight, too, as we celebrate Boxing Day at the Barrishes. Good wine to be expected, of course, and good left-overs, but another night out, and when we return everyone hies themselves to bed, which impacts the on-line stuff mightily.

    Tomorrow, Nicholas and Alexander, the 5- and 2-year-old nephews, come down for a visit, including a trip to the Santa Ana Zoo and an overnight. Katherine should have much fun with them, given how she acted with them the other evening.

    Friday is Late Christmas with my brother, as he and his went to his mother-in-law’s in St George, Utah, since she’s having serious health problems.

    Saturday is the Kleerup’s Christmas party.

    Monday is New Year’s Eve.

    Tuesday we start packing to leave.

    Wednesday we’re on the road to Colorado.

    Busy times here in Faerie. Which means I better get this next blog out of the way before I burst.

    The Road Goes Ever On and On …

    No, I haven’t seen Lord of the Rings yet. Maybe today, or tomorrow. Meantime, I greet you from Faerie nonetheless. Not that being here in Southern California and visiting with…

    No, I haven’t seen Lord of the Rings yet. Maybe today, or tomorrow.

    Meantime, I greet you from Faerie nonetheless.

    Not that being here in Southern California and visiting with parents and in-laws is really like Faerie. I mean, there’s plentiful food and drink, good company, realms of wonder for Katherine to explore, and a strange, timeless, sense where days rolls by in a quiet, busy blur, and where worldly responsibilities seem to fade in importance …

    … until you wake up, like Rip Van Winkle, and twenty years have passed, and all those things you promised yourself you’d work on during your vacation remain undone. Eep!

    We made it from Colorado to California safely, and quickly. We didn’t get out of downtown Denver (because of a meeting Margie had to attend) until 10 in the morning. That put us at about 5 p.m. wending through Albuquerque rush hour, and approaching 10:30 as we came up on Flagstaff. We took the southern (I-40) route, rather than cut across Utah, because of reports on the Weather Channel, et al., of snow showers beginning there Friday. Better safe than sorry, and all that.

    So as we approached Flagstaff, we also approached a decision. Katherine was intermittently either asleep in the back, or was quietly watching truck lights. We could stop in Flagstaff — and then run the chance that she wouldn’t sleep in the hotel, and the certainty that she’d not want to get back into the van in the morning, or be happy with another day of travel, and there was still that storm that was being predicted, extending even down to Flagstaff — or we could keep going.

    We kept going. Margie and I traded off every three hours or so, one of us napping in the back next to Katherine, the other driving into the darkness. We encountered only one blip of weather, fog and sleet coming through the Cajon Pass.

    We made it to my In-laws about 5 a.m., handed off Katherine, and caught about 5 hours of sleep. We’ve been kind of catching up ever since (not helped by Katherine having decided Friday night that she really wanted to sleep in bed with Mommy and Daddy, but not really sleep, but squiggle around and kick and giggle).

    So here we are. And it’s fun, and Katherine’s having a blast with looking at the Christmas Tree and exploring a new house. She got her bangs cut yesterday, with all family in attendance.

    The Christmas cards I worked on so hard last week have arrived with people here in the last few days, so that’s all a good thing.

    It looks like all the gifts we shipped have arrived.

    I got my “early” Christmas present, my new digital camera. More on that in another post.

    My folks have been over the past few evenings — the first a “welcome to California” quiet pizza party, the second a “Pre-Christmas Eve Dinner” last night (since various scheduling difficulties make getting everyone together Christmas Eve problematic).

    And I finally got around to blogging. Will wonders ever cease?

    Blogger Insider

    This week’s Blogger Insider questions are from the Geekman. For my questions and his answers, check his site. 1. You write a lot about comic books, what do you think…

    This week’s Blogger Insider questions are from the Geekman. For my questions and his answers, check his site.

    1. You write a lot about comic books, what do you think are the top 5 comic books ever made? Why?

    Oh, geez, it’s lots easier to critique others choices in this category than to actually come up with a list myself. The criterion of “top” is difficult, too. Best sales? Most influential? Most re-readable? Beyond which is the question of single stand-alone issues vs. story arcs, and other annoyances like that.
    I’m gonna compromise here by IDing my favorite Trade Paperback Collections up
    on my downstairs shelf. And I’m gonna compromise still further by choosing
    six, and not giving any particular order:
    The Books of Magic – Before Harry Potter, Neil Gaiman introduced Tim Hunter, an ordinary bespectacled boy in London who might grow up to be greatest wizard of all — if he chooses the path of Magic, as offered to him by four trenchcoated magical denizens of the DC world. Gaiman teamed up with art notables John Bolton, Charles Vess, Scott Hampton and Paul Johnson, to describe the many worlds of magic, and a young boy faced with a terrible decision. Great art, great writing.
    The Watchmen – This twelve-part series let Alan Moore deconstruct the superhero genre into a tale of humans with strange abilities and funny costumes and dark passions. Dave Gibbons art complements this perfectly.
    Preacher (Vol 6 – War in the Sun) – Garth Ennis’ tale of a Texas preacher with a past, out to find God and make Him answer for the pain in the world, is good through and through. But this particular volume, drawn as always by Steve Dillon (with a backup tale by Peter Snejbjerg), features the origins of Herr Starr and the Grail, some particularly passionate scenes between Jesse and Tulip, and the confrontation between the Saint of Killers and the US Army (not to mention Air Force). Great, over-the-top action.
    The Sandman (Dream Country) – Reprinting issues 17-20 (and over a decade old now), this collection includes the marvelous one-shots “Calliope,” “A Dream of a Thousand Cats,” “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and “Facade,” individual tales of dreams, horror, and hope, each with a differerent artist, but each with Gaiman’s particular writing touch. While the Sandman story arcs were fine, I liked the single issue stories even better.
    Strangers in Paradise (Complete, Vol. 2) – I love this extended love triangle soap opera written and drawn by Terry Moore. This relatively early collection completes the first “crime story” arc.
    Astro City (Life in the Big City) – The original collection, and still, to my ind, the best. Kurt Busiek — aided by the art of Brent Anderson — imbues his still-recognizeably Silver Age heroes with humanity. The stories are less about how Captain X Defeats the Evil Dr. Y, but about how Captain X spends his spare time, or what the folks watching all of this going on actually think and feel. Really good stuff, duh. Even if Busiek’s health has interfered with more recent production, his work stands for all time.

    2. What�s the worst nickname you ever had?

    In 7th Grade Orchestra class, two of the girls in class insisted on breaking into “The Ballad of Davy Crockett” whenever I arrived.

    3. Assuming god exists and offered to truthfully answer any one question you asked, what would you ask?

    Unfortunately, I suspect any of the questions I’d want answered would be beyond my understanding of the answer. But I’d probably still take a stab at, “Why is there suffering?”

    4. What five things do you never want to hear your children say that you already know they will one day say?

    – Go away.
    – I never want to talk with you again.
    – I don’t love you.
    – And this is where I got the *other* piercing.
    – Time for your meds, Dad.”

    5. Assuming no time for preparation (they meet accidentally and without warning), who would win in a fight, Spiderman or Batman? Justify your answer.

    Batman, no question. Brains over brawn. Not that Spidey is stupid — Bats is just too darned sneaky, and is used to dealing with guys who are stronger and faster than he is. Hell, the guy’s been hanging around with the JLA forever, standing up to folks who can take out Superman, Green Lantern, et al. Brains, m’man. Brains.

    6. What’s the best insult/comeback you never got the chance to say?

    Unfortunately, while I often think of better arguments or rhetorical rejoinders after the fact, I rarely think of insults in that way. I’m just
    too nice of a guy.

    7. What profession, other than your own, would you most like to try?

    Professional philanthropist, giving away reasonable chunks of my vast fortune to good causes.
    Or maybe an accountant. I think I’d make a good accountant.

    8. What one thing would you want your children to remember you for?

    Teaching them, by example, how to be a good person.

    9. What’s the stupidest/silliest/most trivial lie you ever got caught in? Why did you tell it? How did you get caught?

    I was probably 6. My mom was giving violin lessons in the front room. I decided to get my 3-year-old brother in trouble (which needs no further explanation), and went and sprinkled salt and pepper all over the kitchen counters, then ran out to tell my mom. She proceeded to banish my brother to his room.
    Not leaving well enough alone, I repeated the trick, adding sugar to the mix. Unbeknownst to me, my mom could see what I was doing in the reflection from the breakfront’s glass doors. So when I went to narc on my brother for not only such a high crime, but for his breaking out of his banishment … well, in retrospect, hilarity ensued.

    10. What’s the funniest thing you ever did when no one was around to see?

    Damn. I’m not good at remembering things like that. Cop-out, I know, but there you go.

    11. What song most encapsulates your idea of true love?

    John Barry’s “Moviola”. It has no lyrics, it’s just orchestral, but it’s broad, sweeping, nostalgic, inspirational, complex, and utterly romantic. We used it at the end of our wedding video.

    12. Every material item in your home will be disintegrated at the touch of a button. You are allowed to save one thing from this horrendous fate. What item would you chose and why?

    Gah! Probably a piece of art. Much of our photography is duped elsewhere — on-line, or with other people — and so could be replaced. My notebook is backed up. So probably art. Maybe the Mauro over the fireplace.
    Or maybe the “lock box” of stuff that should really be in a safe deposit box but is not yet. How annoyingly pragmatic.

    13. Name three things your S.O. does on purpose just to get on your nerves.

    I can’t even name one. Really. She doesn’t play those sorts of games. There are occasional things she does that get on my nerves, especially when I’m already feeling peevish. But intentionally — no, not really.

    14. Do you believe that it’s possible a child can do something so bad that a spanking is necessary? Why or why not?

    Yes.
    Spanking is not, IMO, an awful, evil thing. I think it’s an appropriate response, usually a last resort for older kids, to providing some immediate painful consequence to an action that’s dangerous (but which you don’t want to actually make good on its danger).
    I’ve been known to flick Katherine’s hand with my forefinger when she keeps reaching up for something that she should not get into, and won’t listen to “No!”
    The point being, of course, that spanking is not meant to inflict injury, nor to make Mom or Dad feel better, but to be part of the balance in teaching kids between “carrots,” simply withdrawing them from the unwanted situation, and “the stick.” It’s certainly something that can be done to excess, to harm — but the same can be said for any tactics you use to help bring up a child.

    15. What makes something worthy of being blogged on your site?

    It’s got to move me (humorously, irritatingly, absurdly) enough that I want to share it with others. That’s I think the underlying bit here — this is all stuff I want to communicate to others. So I do.

    The Bleat Goes On

    James Lileks (the Bleat for 12 Dec.) takes on anti-violent-toy movements and DragonBall Z, all at once. One of the toys to which the director objected was “Rock ’em Sock…

    James Lileks (the Bleat for 12 Dec.) takes on anti-violent-toy movements and DragonBall Z, all at once.

    One of the toys to which the director objected was “Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots,” – the commercials of which were a staple of my childhood. The cry of “You knocked my block off” was as common in the playground as the plaintive lament “You sunk my battleship!” Yet none of us grew up to be mass murderers. John Walker no doubt played with neither the Robots or Battleship, and spent his childhood moaning “You negatively impacted my self-image!” and “You scuttled my Rainbow Warrior!”
    Another DANGEROUS toy was a Dragonball Z action figure. Here I agree – not because the show is violent, but because it is stupid . As far as I can tell – and I’ve stumbled across the show many a time, and sat through a few episodes in rapt horror – the show consists entirely of guys levitating in the air grunting as though they’re trying to pass a Rubik’s Cube through their small intestine. Then they fire big noisy bolts of energy at each other while screaming. Cut to the characters on the ground, who are usually saying “huh?” and grunting, with drops of sweat flying off their heads. That’s it.

    Read him.

    Decking the halls

    Doyce is going all frantic over Christmas decor, since (a) they are in a house finally, (b) they don’t have any Christmas decor stuff since they’ve not been in a…

    Doyce is going all frantic over Christmas decor, since (a) they are in a house finally, (b) they don’t have any Christmas decor stuff since they’ve not been in a house before, and (c) the ‘Rents (his) are visiting for the holidays.

    Meanwhile, over at the Consortium … relative laziness reigns.

    We’re, once again, going off to visit our families miles away this season. (And it looks like we’re driving, which will be a post or twelve on its own.) So there’s no specific need to do boughs of holly festoonage. Especially since (a) Katherine is too small to appreciate Christmas decor, and (b) Katherine is too small to be around Christmas decor.

    Next year will be different. Thanksgiving weekend — decoration and an artificial tree. (Yes, we’re doing the artificial thing. Colorado is just too dry for cut trees, and live trees fare badly after being inside for over 48 hours and then being thrown into the winter again.) Break out two families-worth of decor, and let it snow, let it snow, let it etc.

    But this year — laziness. At least about cleaning and decorating.

    About cards and gifts and travel arrangements and work and a zillion other things … that’s a different matter.

    Dadaism

    Katherine is sitting on my lap as I go through my blog link list. “Da-da!” she cries out, pointing at the top of the blog, where our picture shows up….

    Katherine is sitting on my lap as I go through my blog link list.

    “Da-da!” she cries out, pointing at the top of the blog, where our picture shows up.

    “Yeah! Da-da! And that’s Katherine!” I point with the mouse at her image.

    She smiles, and points.

    Darned clever, that girl.

    Words to live by

    “Katherine! No! You do not need to stand on the keyboard!”…

    “Katherine! No! You do not need to stand on the keyboard!”

    Lists of Four Things

    4 things you would eat on the last day of your life: 1) A bag of Mother’s “Taffy” cookies. 2) A pepperoni pizza. 3) Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin ice cream. 4)…

    4 things you would eat on the last day of your life:
    1) A bag of Mother’s “Taffy” cookies.
    2) A pepperoni pizza.
    3) Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin ice cream.
    4) Margie’s pepper steak.

    4 CDs from your collection that you will never get tired of:
    1) John Barry/Moviola
    2) Pet Shop Boys/Actually
    3) Eurythmics/Greatest Hits
    4) Bangles/Greatest Hits

    4 movies that you watch over and over:
    1) Princess Bride
    2) Undercover Blues
    3) Judgement at Nuremberg
    4) The Shadow

    4 vacations you have taken:
    1) Britain, with Margie.
    2) The Grand Canyon, with my folks
    3) My honeymoon, with Margie
    4) Santa Fe, with Margie

    4 things you’d like to learn:
    1) To hit a golf ball straight, consistently.
    2) Japanese
    3) Philosophy (formally)
    4) How to draw faces

    4 beverages you drink frequently:
    1) Coffee
    2) Barq’s root beer
    3) Grapefruit juice
    4) Coke

    4 TV shows that you liked when you were a kid:
    1) I Love Lucy
    2) Mission Impossible
    3) Doctor Who
    4) Star Trek

    4 places to go in your city:
    1) The Zoo
    2) The Botanic Gardens
    3) Lo-Do
    4) Cherry Creek North

    4 things to do when you’re bored:
    1) Read
    2) Watch TV
    3) Blog
    4) Read some more

    4 things that never fail to cheer you up:
    1) Margie’s smile
    2) Katherine’s smile
    3) Praise
    4) Knights of the Dinner Table

    (Via sillycow)

    Parental politics

    Yet another case of estranged parents (at least one, probably two) more interested in scoring points against each other than in actually doing what’s best for the kid. “I was…

    Yet another case of estranged parents (at least one, probably two) more interested in scoring points against each other than in actually doing what’s best for the kid.

    “I was filling out paperwork for refinancing my home; my last name is six letters long and (even) it wouldn’t fit in the boxes on the form,” Newman said. “Why does anyone think it’s in a toddler’s best interests to saddle her with such a long name that would never fit in any box?”

    Yeah, that’s it. We’ll decide the issue based on crappy form design and name length.

    Of course, I think any parent who would actually saddle someone with the first name of “Kyleigh” should have custody revoked anyway, but that’s just me.