Since converting this blog into more of a family blog, one thing I’ve worried about is the perspective the ten or so people who read it will have of my kids. I’m especially concerned that I’m conveying an overly negative view of Finley. Maybe that’s just on my mind thanks to my last post. Or maybe it’s because I’ve been more annoyed with him than normal over the…
Coming home that night was a struggle. Part of me wanted to pull into the Good Times around the corner from my office and eat all the custard. Blowing up like Violet Beauregarde seemed like a valid excuse not to go home. That wasn’t the responsible thing to do, though, and, it turns out, I’m supposed to be a responsible adult. Twenty minutes later, the garage…
I’m trying out a new title for this series, at least for the non-Disney films. I’m not in love with it, but I am a fan of alliterations. Any thoughts or suggestions are appreciated. Anyway, today I wanted to talk about the very un-Disney Irish animated film Song of the Sea. It was a bit of a struggle tracking the movie down, since it has…
A while back I was rear ended by a guy from Vera Cruz. We talked during our seemingly interminable wait for the police to show up and take a report. He was a nice guy, and I had a chance to practice my Spanish, which still isn’t horrendous vocabulary wise despite my accent clearly belongs to an English speaking guero con piel el color de papel. His…
Since I originally watched The Good Dinosaur before resuming this blog in earnest, I hadn’t considered writing a treatise on the moral implications it has on the behaviors of the young (please submit the exhibit to left as evidence to my lack of humor). We saw it while my wife was off gallivanting with her friends, so she didn’t see it until much later when it came to the local…
Kella is not getting the attention she wants. Considering the whirlwind month we’ve had with Finley, from his birthday to his seizure, that’s not too much of a surprise. Those feelings of jealousy has led to her plotting how to get the spotlight on her, including, but not limited to, demanding that her birthday be right now, insisting that she needs medicine too, wrapping her…
Yesterday was not what people in the living business would call “a good day.” It started out normal enough, meaning that I stepped in a puddle of honey that Finley had sneaked into the carpet at some point in the last twenty four hours. So far, so good. Work was normal enough, too, which at this time of year means hours and hours of client…
When the early reviews for Zootopia poured in, I was a bit worried. Sure, they all claimed it was one of the greatest Disney movies ever created. They claimed that Disney had done something new with anthropomorphic animals, a well most of them had assumed dried up around the time of Aesop. Considering that my film repertoire consists almost entirely of animated anthropomorphic animals and singing…
It’s Finley’s 6th birthday today, which is absolutely crazy. I wanted to post something about his original birthday, but that time was a bit too stressful for my to laugh at right now, so I’m doing something a bit more lighthearted. A couple weeks ago, I came up with an idea for a children’s book. It’s not really fleshed out yet, but since it’s inspired…
Recently there’s been a spat of articles claiming that sugar is worse than crack, which certainly goes a long way toward explaining the national crime spree perpetuated by five year olds looking for their next hit of Lik-A-Stix. Sorry, I need to apologize for that last sentence. It was clearly based on the stereotype that kids love sugar, and if I’ve learned nothing else over the…