6/19/08

I was going to “review” the other movie John and I watched last weekend while waiting for the movie crew to shoot his car, but I really don’t A) feel like it, or 2) have much to say about it. I'll say this; the stereotypes and bad fake accents were slightly offensive to me. Oh sure, the movie was funny, but it really wasn’t very good. In fact, I'd probably climb out on the limb with a saw in my hand and say, “’You Don’t Mess with the Zohan’ is a bad movie.” Now don’t get me wrong, I'm not saying I didn’t like it, but I didn’t think it was very good either. On another note, Pat and Nora, well mainly Nora, had their baby today. Allow me to be the first, probably, to welcome Erin Reed Anderson to the world via the disinformation super speed-bump, AKA the internot. Oh, you want details? Ok, at 1333 h on Thursday, 6/19/2008, and she was eight (8) pounds. Mom and baby are fine. Pat called to gloat, albeit wasted on me, about the event and to give me more details. Mom, that’s my mom, and I will probably go see them tomorrow. I know this is all “old hat” to John, and he’s probably wondering why I'm devoting so much effort to this particular baby report. Here’s the thing, I barely knew John when he had his first kid and second kids aren’t all that momentous. This is the first kid by one of the guys I used to run with back in the day. Hell, I wasn’t even this freaked out by my brothers’ having kids. Somehow, Pat being a father hits too close to home. Or something. Then again I might just be full of crap. Yeah, that last one is the most likely now that I think about it. Well, it is rapidly approaching 1700 h and I think I'm going to call it a rant. If you know Pat, and haven’t been told first hand, consider yourself notified. Give him a call or shoost him an e-mail or something. Or don’t, if you want to be that way. See if I care. Psh, some people.