Archive for April 18th, 2011

18 April, 2011

The Villain Talks Babies

I make little bones about the fact that wee wee beasties and I REALLY don’t understand each other. We have no natural chemistry. That kid that smiles shyly at you and runs away? I’m the adult version of that, with small children. We make eye contact, smile at each other nervously, then decide (wisely and in perfect unison) to run the HELL away.

Babies and I do not speak the same language, and probably never will. I would seriously consider adoption simply for the perk of being able to skip the first two years.

There’s just this intensely uncomfortable part, for me, as a person thoroughly wrapped up in expressive language, about communicating with babies. You’ll sooner get a straight answer out of a Magic 8 Ball. For as much ambivalence as I possess about the staring, gelatinous lumps of flesh that babies are, they steadily grow on me as they get old enough to actually express themselves. By the time they make it to middle school I think they’re really and truly brilliant (they agree– this is why middleschoolers and I have always gotten on famously.)

Hurk. Small children...

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Both sides of the political spectrum have questions...

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Shopping for babies, however, is the worst. They have no personality (sorry, doting parents, it’s true), so shopping for them– especially for baby showers, when the kid isn’t even born yet– is horrible for someone like me. I  work very hard on presents, generally speaking. Thus, shopping for gelatinous lumps of non-personality is the bane of my philosophical existence. Also, marketing for children is basically designed to drive me over the edge.

To illustrate the level of my little kid and related shopping anxiety:

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18 April, 2011

Random Love for Tim Minchin

Today I love Tim Minchin. I just…can’t resist.

It really shouldn’t be a surprise.

Feast, friends.

And, I actually think that Storm is funnier when you realize that Tim Minchin looks like that silly rumpled fellow in the video. All the time.

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I love this man's face.

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How could you not love a guy who looks like he’s been mauled by panthers before making all public appearances? Who makes that face all the time right up there?

Also, he seems to play piano like a beast, barefoot. All the time barefoot. This, keep in mind, is praise coming from a girl who recently walked a mile of highway road barefoot, and wrote in her personal statements to grad schools that she had been barefoot in six countries (these are true facts. I own a lot of shoes, and I hate wearing them.)

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Also, that right there might need to be my new life anthem. That version.

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Also, he has great crazy eyes, and I love crazy eyes.

This man might be my rumpled, crazy-eyed, barefoot comedic soulmate.

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I have a few other things to post in the coming days, including a sketch dump, which I might just hold off on until I’ve scanned more…also, book reviews cometh.