Omphaloskepsis is a word you won’t find in all dictionaries. It refers to the practice of meditating while contemplating one’s navel. Stolen from http://www.gynob.com/contnavel.htm
At a dinner party a few weeks ago, the subject of Sting and his powers of 6 hour tantric sex came up. It prompted one of those attended to ask:
If we’re having sex for 6 hours, how long do I have to fucking cuddle?
It seems that Sting was lying about the whole thing. The question still stands.
Its been in the news that Nicolas Cage has named his new baby boy Kal-El. Us comic geeks know that Kal-El happens to be Superman’s birth name. Not sure if this is better or worse than Harley Quinn Smith, Kevin Smith’s little girl. I’m thinking Kevin wins here.
In any case, this makes me feel less bad about how Sarah and I named our daughter.
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We went to the mall over Labor Day weekend and passing through some of the department stores, I was disappointed to see they have their Christmas decorating displays out already. In September?
All I can say is: What the fuck? I love Christmas, don’t get me wrong, but September seems way early.
“Happy Valentines Day! Get your Christmas supplies early!”
I’ve just moved www.kgarner.com and all its associated stuff (i.e. the blog) up to the co-located box I split with some people and off the server that sits in my house. This is part of a larger migration, which I’ll go into later.
If you see anything weird, let me know. I think I did it all right, but Dinah woke up from her nap just as I was finishing, so I had to rush the last little bit. It’ll take a few days for everyone’s DNS to catch up anyway.
Tonight while we were settling down to watch TV, Baby, our beloved cat, passed away. I’ll update this post later with more details, but about an hour ago, he unexpectedly left us while sitting on Sarah’s lap.
Just as a note to our friends, Sarah doesn’t really want to talk yet. So, eventually, I’m sure she’ll appreciate some condolences, but not tonight.
More later.
[Update 5/15: Baby the cat died in Sarah’s lap last evening when Jason, Dinah, me, and Sarah were sitting down to watch some tv. It was very sudden, he seemed fine all day, so we have no idea what happened. He climbed down off the top of the couch to sit on Sarah’s lap. He was just sitting in her lap, then started spasming and moaning. Then he just stopped breathing, his tongue was out and eyes dilated and he was gone. It probably wasn’t more then 30 seconds.
Sarah got really upset as he was “her first baby” and they spent many, many years together. Luckily, Jason was here, so while I took care of Sarah, he took care of Dinah.
Its still pretty tough to talk about, for all of us. We still have to do something with Baby this morning, but the vet doesn’t open for about another hour.]
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Today is Dinah’s first birthday. As cliched as it sounds, it doesn’t seem like that long. I have no idea where the time went. In the past year she’s gained over ten pounds and gotten quite a few inches longer.
Its a milestone in her life, and in mine and Sarah’s as well. All three of us have survived the year and are happy as we can be. I’m really not sure which is more shocking, her making it or Sarah and I making it.
There’s been “rough times” in the past year that involved Dinah not sleeping through the night and us being up (usually as a result of illness.) But that’s as bad as its been, and that’s really not all that bad. All in all we’ve been blessed with a happy, healthy, and friendly daughter.
We’ll have a birthday party, cake, a smash cake, all that fun stuff planned for today.
Having read comics for a long time and being familar with the Elongated Man (Ralph Dibny)1 and Mr. Fantastic (Reed Richards) I never thought that stretching was all that great of a power.2 However, that all changed on Sunday night when Sarah and I watched The Incredibles.
Having watched Elastigirl in action, I have to admit that I totally underrated that power. I don’t know if it was a lack of imagination on my part or having just not read enough comics featuring the aforemented gentlemen.
I have two questions to put to you.
I answered the first one above, so here’s my answer to the second: I’ve always been partial to wanting a Green Lantern ring. I don’t really want to have to answer to the Guardians though. (Blue little fuckers! Okay, you caught me, I just wanted to say “blue little fuckers!”) Think about it, the ring can practically do anything you can think of. Not really too bad of a power to have. You just need to remember to charge the ring. I remember to charge my cell phone, I think I could handle charging the ring.
1. R.I.P. Sue
2. Plastic Man doesn’t count as he’s really more of a shape shifter then a stretcher.
Here are some things that have depressed my lately in no particular order. They depress me so much I don’t even want to expand on my thoughts.
Here are some things that I’m encouraged by that I don’t feel like expanding on….
Thanks to the whole Shivo mess, Sarah and I had a discussion about what we want. Eventually this will be written down in a living will.
For the record, if I cannot answer for myself, what my wife says goes. Not my parents, not anyone else, especially not the members of the circus known as the US Congress. She is in the best position to know what I want, and I trust her to rationally make the right decision.
I can’t imagine her making a decision my parents didn’t back her up on. However, if she does end up getting into a pissing contest with my parents, like the story that has our national media attention, she wins. It is her call.
“Don’t curl up with a cobra next to your nuts and expect to be alive in the morning.” — Anne