I Don’t Read

At least, not anymore.  Not blogs.  Not like I used to.  I think this might be the first time that I really just don’t have the time, over an extended length of time, to read blogs.

Not even my faves.  OK, I still keep up with Veaj.  But that’s about it.

Not that I don’t open your sites.  I do.  Every morning I go to my own blog and open all my frequent reads links.  Every one.  Then, during the day, I try to go through them.  But it just doesn’t happen at all.  Indexed sometimes.  KJ.  OverThinker, Diary of Why.  Amber, sometimes.  But not on any consistent basis.

And I was actually hoping to start interviewing again.  I did these recorded phone interviews with people that were really fun.  Of course, I had the time then to go through the recording and improve the sound quality piece by piece.  I really didn’t like my job then.  I’m in a new one now which takes up way more time. 

So that’s my story.  I write when the mood strikes me.  I read rarely.

I miss it.  Finding new blogs for you to read was something that I really, really enjoyed. I hope to be able to once again.

End of the Week, End of My Rope

I’m just tired.  Really, really tired.

Damn You, The Wire!

It’s sort of sad that I can truthfully say that the show is just as good the second time around.

I did that for a while with ThirtySomething.  It played on USA, or whatever that Chicago-based channel was, every night at 11pm.  They’d go through the entire series, pilot to series ender, and then start over.  I watched the whole series in college about 4 times.  I still count as one of my favorite episodes of any TV show the one where Gary dies (sorry if that was a spoiler).  The whole series really had great closure in the episodes that followed Gary’s death.  Michael leaving the ad firm, Miles begging him to stay.  The fight for control.  Now that I’m the ThirtySomething, I’d like to watch that series again.  When I was watching last, I was about 22.  Life is a little different 16 years later.  I think I’d appreciate it more.

Our live-in help quit this morning because, she said, I wasn’t nice to her.  I thought I was nice enough.  I tried to say good morning and good evening every day.  If she had stayed longer than 3 weeks, she’d learn I was a little grumpy in the morning.  I go back and forth, however.  On the one hand, she’s a person who deserves respect, she takes care of my children when my wife can’t, etc.  On the other hand, she’s an employee and not a member of the family.  So while she deserves common courtesy, anything above that is voluntary.

Thoughts, Internet?

Where was I?  Oh yes, tired.

All I want to do is go to sleep.

And I played tennis last night and lost badly.  So let’s just say that I’m ready for this week to end.

Make the Monsters Go Away

My son is in my bed right now.  He came in a few minutes ago, while I was watching The Wire on my iMac.  He climbed on the couch at the foot of the bed, and went right over onto the bed, curling up next to my wife.

My wife really doesn’t like it that he comes into bed every night.  He wakes her up with his flailing around.  He eventually ends up sleeping across the bed, with his feet on me and his head on her hip.  She can’t sleep and it makes her cranky.  So she often asks me why I let it happen, night after night.

See, here’s the thing.  My son is going through this phase where he has bad dreams.  Monsters and witches are mean to him.  He wakes up screaming for us.  I go in and calm him down, telling him that he’s OK, and that his brother and sisters are OK too.  I do that once or twice early in the evening, and then around 11pm-12am, he comes in.

Why do I let this happen?

Here’s this little boy, the cutest thing ever, who knows with a child’s certainty, deep down all the way to his soul, with no doubt whatsoever, that his daddy can make the monsters go away.

My G-d, how could I possibly keep him out?

Nothing in my life has ever been as fulfilling as comforting him.  Nothing has even come close.

Mark Steyn Should Be Banned In Canada

I just finished Mark Steyn’s book, “America Alone.”

Please go buy it.

In fact, I feel so strongly about how good this book is that I’ll buy it for you.  If you want to read a truly incredible book, and you’re willing to give me your address (you can email it directly to hank.lnu at that mail site that google runs) then I’ll send you a copy.

Autographed, if you want it.

Of course, it’ll be my autograph, but still.