Miles.

Today at 5pm my son Miles was born. I'm officially a dad, and LP now can see the baby sheep that has been in her tummy for all that time.  I cannot even begin to explain how I feel... but it is best feeling I have ever felt.

Catching Up. Tank Girl.

It seems like I am playing catch up on all the pop culture movies I have missed in the past twenty years. Last night's flick was 1995's big screen gem "Tank Girl." Two words: AW FUL. I know... that's one word, but the movie was so bad I really need to make the point and break it into two.  Why was this movie popular?  Was 1995 that bad that we thought this was good?  Or was 1995 so exciting that no one went to the movies?  I just do not understand the popularity of this movie.

Yes... I have seen"Howard the Duck" so that will not be written about.

Weekend At Bernie's.

I have a confession.  I have never seen the movie "Weekend At Bernies" - until this weekend.  Yep.  I knew all about the movie, but just never sat down and watched it.  So Sunday afternoon (after the Bear's game) I plopped in from of the TV and watched it.  It's not so good.  But it reminds me so much of 1989 (the fashion... or lack of it).

I see there is a sequel.  Hmmmm....

iwrestledabearonce.

Thanks to my pal Jason and iwrestledabearonce for my favorite new t-shirt! ...And the show at the Beat Kitchen was an over the top great time.

The Beginning and The End.

Since LP has been pregnant I have had so many thoughts about life. More so how life ends. Sure, I went through my goth phase in the 80's listening only to The Cure, Diamanda Galas, Sisters of Mercy, Einstürzende Neubauten, and Bauhaus... and wearing lots of black and knowing that no one really understood the inner me. But now in my thirties I have found myself really thinking about what a moving part of life that birth is, and also death. Both parts happen to all of us.

We all have our own thoughts, beliefs, faiths about the end. But put that all aside and really think about it. If you spend way too much time trying to grab hold of the idea that life is really short, even if you live to 100, you will see that a good chunk of us do nothing with our lives. Nothing. We grow up. We get a job. And then we work, go home, eat, sleep, see a movie, etc. We don't push ourselves. Or we push ourselves so much we forget to enjoy what we are doing.

LP's grandfather passed away this morning and it sparked more of this thinking about how life is really short and how we should all get more out of it. How much time we waste that we could be spending to become better people... we could help those who are in need. LP's grandfather was a great man. He was a soldier in WWII. He was a die hard St Louis Cardinals fan. He loved his family, and could tell a great story. He was completely welcoming of me and treated me as family from day one.

Sure, I'm just rambling - but these are things we can all think about. Life is short. It really is.