Category: Chillin’

Jack Bauer on the Farmington Galactica

WARNING: 24 spoiler alert
I must say, season 8 is kicking off a lot better than last season. I don’t know why I hated season 7 so much, but I have absolutely no desire to see it again so I can remember why. I liked seeing David Aceveda and Kara Thrace on TV again, but I feel their new characters are empty and shallow (and, oh yeah, already dead).
Chloe and Kim totally ganged up on poor Jack and now he’s on the path to dodge 10,000 hollowpoints and kick terrorist bootie yet again… Here’s to a kickass season and hoping that President David Palmer comes back from the dead to run the country better than the sissy cowards that succeeded him.

Last Post for 2009

There is a horrible show/channel we get on true visions satellite TV service here. It’s called Lin Ping Reality/The Panda Channel.
It’s not that I particularly hate pandas, just that I think they’re boring as hell. Why do they deserve their own channel/reality show for xmasman’s sake?
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One good thing has come of this, though. I now know what color a panda’s bunghole is:
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This is just one handy fact I learned this year – here’s to even greater discoveries in the year to come.

Excited

I ran around doing errands all day after waking up fairly late – Nam got up early to do something and she’s off doing something again. I’d protest that it’s better for her to lay around and get rest, but everybody deals with this kind of stress in different ways. We are excited, and happy, and anxious.
Tomorrow is a big day.
The C-section is scheduled for 9 am. I plan to watch. Max will be with his babysitter, and later at grandma’s house with his aunt. I will be caregiver for a week or so, in between teaching what few classes I have this week (there are holidays on Monday and Thursday).

34 hours and counting

We are officially scheduled to arrive at the private hospital behind SermThai department store at 8:00 on Sunday morning. We went to check out everything in person tonight and take over some documents from Nam’s OBGYN. I have been informed that I can watch the caesarian if I so desire… I’m still thinking about that one.
A small mountain of luggage has been prepared for the few days to a week stay we are planning on; I’ll load it in the car tomorrow.
We went to the clinic today for a final checkup and it seems the baby may be a big one… If head size is any indication, perhaps even four kilograms!
We are in a unique state of being anxiously busy yet trying to relax…

Max Damage

Max and I have an ever-evolving game of kickball that we play inside the house at night. It’s evolving so well, in fact, that last night I kicked the ball off the wall and it smacked directly into a tempered glass bowl sitting on the counter on its rebound, which of course slid off and broke on the kitchen tile in a hundred little pieces (luckily, it was tempered, so it wasn’t a thousand little pieces). And of course, I did this in full view of my wife, who was too angry for words, but also (luckily for me) too pregnant to get up and slap me silly… Max thought this was all just hilarious, which made Nam even more apoplectic.
I am a bad role model, and I really suck at soccer.
At least I’m reasonably good at breaking things, otherwise I’d be a total failure!
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On a side note, I’ve gotten in several arguments with various people, mostly at work, all this week, so I need to chill a bit, maybe. Sometimes it’s just hard when you feel like your true calling in life is being a mushroom cloud-laying m0th3rfuck3r, m0th3rfuck3r.