Strange news first.
I am now re-thinking my wish to be cremated - because I don't want to be snorted or pressed into a diamond. Well the diamond thing isn't so bad - but when I mentioned it to Dylan, he said, "Yeah, then I can sell you on Ebay." No respect from that kid. Note to the world - it's pine box for me all the way. (Shot into space like Scotty might be ok though.)
I guess the name Bachman-Turner-Overdrive was taken. Probably a good thing. I think parents should legally be able to name their kids anything they want to, but maybe the Swedish government showing some sense is ok too.
Good news
Apparently the nursing programs in this state are doing a great job. Way to go!
Ok - Weird Views.
I haven't blogged much about my husband, Jeff. I don't know why. I would certainly never gripe or complain about him on here - that's just rude. And honestly, he's a great guy so there isn't much griping and complaining to do. And while *I* think he's cute, a picture of him with a pull-up on his head would just be freaky. He's smart, funny, talented, and just really a good person. I probably don't deserve him. I'm sure he puts up with a lot of really obnoxious things from me, but we won't go there. Just to brag, he really is very talented. Here's proof:
The first two are oil and the last is ink. As you can see, he's really into to comic art. This is where we get the really weird views.
We own the new version of Superman. I blogged about it before. I liked it. I like most of the Superman movies and stories. Anyway, in the new movie there is a scene where a bad guy shoots a pistol at Superman. The bullet hits his eye in slow-motion and the bullet just pancakes and drops to the ground. Stay with me - it gets really complicated now. So my husband says that in the first Superman movie, as well as the comic books, Superman's father, Jor-El (I can't believe I know that), explains that Superman's molecular structures is many times more dense than that of humans. My husband argues that if Superman is so molecularly dense that a bullet pancakes upon hitting his eye, then he would just destroy the earth. He would be like a giant sucking black hole killing everyone and everything. At the very least, he would destroy everything he touched, leave giant craters wherever he walked, kill anyone he merely laid a finger on, crush anything he tried to sit on, or, when taking off to fly, send the Earth spinning wildly out of control. Furthermore, if Superman has all this fantastic collective Kryptonic knowledge of physics, science, etc., passed on to him by his father, why is it that the best thing he could think of to be on Earth is a newspaper reporter - and not even the best one.
For some INSANE reason, I tried to join into this discussion with the theory that maybe Superman never really "touches" anything. He can fly - maybe it's just superbly controlled hovering. And maybe the bumbling reporter is just a cover. Jeff quickly countered with A) if he's that molecularly dense he would be so heavy and have such a huge mass that he would be, in effect, a black hole destroying everything in it's path, despite any hovering and B) why does he even need a cover? and why not a better one? At least work for the BBC or some international news agency.
Keep in mind that I'm already cracking up laughing at the tone of indignity that Jeff is taking about this whole issue - like any of it matters. But the absolute funniest, gut-busting, screamingly funny thing he said was this: And if Superman is so great, why is his arch-enemy just a normal bald guy?
I don't know, honey, you tell me!
4.03.2007
Strange news, good news, and really weird views.
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NOW I understand why Clark never makes love to Lois! Thanks, Jeff.
Since newspaper reporting and fantasy go hand-in-hand, I do understand why the "Big S" would have that for a trade.
HAHA on the newspaper reporter/fantasy comment. Too too funny. And Lois and Clark must have done something - but I don't want to ruin the new movie for you if you haven't seen it!
I agree- HAHA on the newspaper reporting/fantasy quip. The only real difference I see is that I found The Lord Of The Rings much more believable than most newspaper articles I read.
On the Swedish baby name issue, the libertarian in me absolutely rebels at the notion that parents have to apply for approval from the government when naming their children!! I agree that the government is being more sensible than the parents regarding that specific name, but it's none of the government's business what idiotic names people saddle their kids with. The only one with any right to complain is the poor unfortunate child, and as long as she can change it when she's old enough to care, the government should stay out of it. Of course, as soon as I typed that I came up with an exception to that rule--if the name were profane I would personally object--but still, I would think simply refusing to call the child by her given name would be an adequate response, not government intervention.
On to a more positive topic. You are absolutely right, Tasina. Your husband is very talented. The artwork you posted is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.
I agree with you about the kid name thing. But sometimes the whole issue just gets so silly and you want to shake people. I know of a girl that named her son Rowdy. Professional wrestler, rodeo clown, or bar bouncer are the only professions I see in this kid's future. Judge Rowdy? Dr. Rowdy? General Rowdy? No way. Also, why would you want your child to hate you? I went to high school with a guy - I won't put his name down so as not to embarrass him and because it's vulgar - who's name literally sounded like the description of a body part. Mean.
As a person who has a son named Anakin Skywalker, I must remain silent on this issue. Just note, it wasn't my idea...I was coerced.
Oh, and there was a girl I went to school with in high school whose name was Latrina.
I kid you not.
Honestly, I've gotten a LOT of comments about my name over the years - but luckily most of them have been positive. The first day of school was always a nightmare because NO ONE could pronounce it. I'd listen to the teacher breeze through the alphabet and then stop and stare at the list with a fearful look on his or her face - most times I took pity and just said my name. In any event, different can be good. People may not always remember my name exactly, but the remember ME because my name is different.
Latrina!?! Good grief! Were her parents foreigners or just ignoramuses (or should that be "ignoramae?")
I'm guessing complete buffoons.
I still intend to be cremated with my ashes scattered around my house. That way when you come to visit after my untimely demise, and tread upon the powdery gumbo, you will "snort" in my very essence from endless dust particles swirling around you. As I once opined in rhyme, "I am in the dusty gumbo that clings to your feet."
***Note to self***
Stay away from Aunt's house after she is gone.
Besides, I might need you to sustain our tree! ;)
Twiced charred "r" - once on earth and once down below! I can't stand it!
My tale of naming woe involves my initials. My parents chose what they thought was a lovely alliterative name, and it really was rather pretty, but they didn't pay attention to the initials. I went through the first 22 years of my life with the initials KKK. My husband gave me a most wonderful gift on our wedding day--his last name!!
I knew a guy with those initials. The ultimate irony was that he was an uber-liberal love the people and the trees and the puppies peace and flowers kind of guy. It really bothered him to have those initials. But he could have easily changed his first name to a "C" if he felt that strongly about it. I also knew a girl whose initials spelled out her first name. This isn't it, but imagine her name was Samantha and she went by Sam - her full name was Samantha Ann Michaels.
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