My god, Heather Graham is a terrible actress. I just tried to watch her in Committed, some movie starring her and Luke Wilson. I couldn’t even get through 10 minutes.
The Descent Into Middle Age Continues April 30, 2008
A friend called me from Chicago this morning. He asked, “What have you been up to?” I said, “Oh, the usual: playing with my chin hair and tugging on my ancient Gap underwear.”
The Truth About Parenthood April 21, 2008
Being a parent is a lot of things: wonderful, surreal, overwhelming, exhausting, rewarding. Everyone could add their own adjective to this list, and they would all be right. However, there is one aspect of having a child that is the strangest and most unsettling of all: here you have this shiny new human being. One that was (hopefully) conceived as a result of a loving relationship. The undeniable truth is this: you and your spouse/significant other/whatever have managed to create something together that you love more and will always choose over your spouse/significant other/whatever. It’s like you unknowingly went and did something that certainly brings you closer, but that also supercedes your own relationship.
Gladys Kravitz April 17, 2008
For a whopping $20, I will now be receiving our local paper every Wednesday for a year. I can’t wait to comb through it each week to get the latest news, high school sports, and obituaries of people I don’t know in what will forever be the toddler’s hometown.
Weird. Wonder if my parents felt like this when we moved to the town where I grew up? Strangers in a small town, knowing at some point you would recognize almost everyone at the grocery store. I’ve lived in big cities for too long. This is all rather nostalgic, yet foreign.
Well Then April 16, 2008
This morning, the toddler was inside her playhouse, which is set up in the general downstairs area where I also work. I ask her, “Can I come into your house?” She looks me dead on and says, “Nope.” I ask again. She says, “No.”
Ass.
