Sample verse:
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the fuck to sleep.
Sample verse:
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the fuck to sleep.
Tonight Vicki asked Jimmy what he was going to be when he grew up. His answer: "A Power Ranger."
Nickelodeon's Power Rangers Samurai is an agressively stupid show. My kids, however, love it in the same way I once loved truly great and high-quality kids shows like Land of the Lost or Scooby Doo. (The answer is yes, I was being sarcastic. Those shows were terrible.)
Let me attempt to explain the plot as I understand it.
There are 5 teen Samurai Rangers who have inherited mystical powers from their parents. Even though these "samurai" skills have been passed down from ancestors for some reason only one of them is actually of Asian decent. Their teacher, who's supposedly there to help them hone their skills, is a pacific islander who never seems to leave the house. The teenagers all run off to face danger while "Mentor" bakes pies and vacuums under the couch.
In order to activate their powers, the teens pull out cell phones and write chinese characters in the air. This has the strange effect of instantly changing them into their colorful Power Rangers outfits. Maybe it gives them super strength, too, but to me it looks like just a lazy way to change clothes.
Their leader is Jaden, the red Ranger. Jaden has a hair helmet to rival Justic Bieber's is about as emotive as a tree stump. The blue Ranger is Kevin, the nice guy. The pink Ranger is Mia, the ditzy one who's a terrible cook. The yellow Ranger is Emily, who's sentimental and nurturing. The green Ranger is Mike, the douchebag. Of course my son's favorite is the douchebag.
They also have these things called zords that are giant mechanic beasts that seem to exist solely for the purpose of fighting giant monsters while destroying lots of model buildings.
The bad guys are called Nighloks. They had been banished to some sort of netherworld by a previous generation of Power Rangers but now they're back with their gross and bizarre rubber costumes and campy overacting. The Nighloks send their henchmen, called Moogers, to menace the populace for no discernible reason until the Samurai Rangers show up and defeat them using lots of complicated accessories that make for expensive action figures.
All this is bad enough, but there's one truly loathsome aspect of this show: Spike and Bulk, the least comical comic relief in TV history. These guys have decided that a recurring role on a third-rate kids show is worth sacrificing their dignity.
The one positive I can mention is that the theme song totally sounds like a Tenacious D tune.
"OK," one might say, "maybe it's a stupid show, but what's the harm?" I'll give you a hint: imagine a 3-year-old running around the house chasing Nighloks and swinging a cardboard tube at crotch level and you'll start to understand what the harm is.
I was born and raised in San Francisco. I've been a Giants fan my whole life. Most of my youth was spent bouncing a ball of the back of my parents' house and catching it while listening to Hank Greenwald call Giants games on KNBR.
When the Giants won the pennant in 1989, I was just happy that they had made it to the World Series. Then the earthquake before game 3 made baseball seem a lot less important. When the Giants lost game 6 of the 2002 series after being up 5-0 and then lost game 7, I was absolutely heartbroken. I was a 29-year-old man and I was heartbroken by the results of a baseball game.
In 2004 and 2005, I watched as the Boston Red Sox and Chicago White Sox ended long droughts while the Giants finished under .500. Then the steroid scandal tainted Bonds' chase for the all-time home run record.
Which brings us to 2010.
"Giants baseball: Torture," the phrase originally coined by Duane Kuiper to describe the feeling of watching this year's team, has become a running joke but has lost its meaning over the last month. At this point, it's hard to remember the pain that the fans felt through much of the season when the Giants seemed to make every win difficult.
But none of that matters tonight. The Giants somehow got past the Padres, beat the Braves, beat the seemingly superior Phillies to win the pennant and then pretty much dominated the Rangers in the World Series.
The moment that stood out to me was just after Renteria's decisive home run. When he got back to the dugout, Pat Burrell, who'd just struck out with a runner at third and one out, gave Renteria the most tender hug you will ever see two male athletes exchange on the field. It just summed up how every Giants fan feels about this team right now. We all want to give them a big hug.
The Giants just won the World Series. I still can hardly believe it...
My son laughed so hard tonight that he threw up.
There's a song that he sings in preschool that goes like this:
J-O-Y down in my heart
Deep, deep down in my heart
Jesus gave it to me and no one can destroy, destroy, destroy
J-O-Y down in my heart
Deep, deep down in my heart
So, in the car on the way home from dinner we were each singing this song with alternative lyrics (my version involved the 70s band ELO) and Jimmy was singing his version, which involved ear wax in some way, when he started laughing uncontrollably. He has a really funny laugh. If you've ever seen the movie "A Christmas Story," he sounds just like Ralphie's little brother Randy.
Unfortunately, his uncontrollable laughing turned into uncontrollable coughing and it didn't take long before he was puking pizza and peaches all over his lap. Luckily, we were only a couple of blocks from home so we got him cleaned up.
I needed a break from social media for a while, but I now feel the need to start posting again. Stay tuned...
I visited my friend Lara at her home in Tokyo yesterday. She just had a baby boy, who is the proud owner of this adorable little pacifier that doubles as his very own mute button.
Update: You can buy it on Amazon for $6.
Neither of my kids took a pacifier, but I would have loved to carry them around with one of these.
via www.theonion.com
via www.ohgizmo.com
Something makes me think this is going to end up under our tree on Christmas morning.


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