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Thursday, September 09, 2004

Yawn. Lucas decided that it would be fun to wake up and practice his baby talk at 5 this morning. One of the cool/wretched abilities you develop as a parent is the ability to instantly awaken at the slightest child-produced noise, much like Jack Aubrey launches himself out of a slumber when he senses the current shift beneath the decks of H.M.S. Surprise. Thus I was denied an extra hour of sleep; the flip side is that I got to spend some extra Q.T. with Lucas, and that more than makes up for it. (His new current word is "Guh", which he repeats over and over. Guh. Guh. Guh. Guh. This is apparently one of his favorite inside jokes, as he will pause, laugh, and repeat the whole cycle.)

Watching the tape of the Genesis probe plummet into the Utah desert this morning, Beth observed that it's only a matter of time before the X-Files people claim that the whole thing was a government cover-up; that the flying saucer-looking probe really was an alien ship (they would have a point - it sure does look like a UFO) and that the gang at Area 51 put a "hide in plain sight" strategy into play. Let everyone see the footage and tell 'em it's one of ours! Hell, if Colin Powell can persuade the world that ice cream trucks were mobile weapons labs...

Quick plug for, well, me:
The column by Hitchens is worth reading. My response in the Fray got some interesting feedback. Can't we all just get along?

So we're back to Bush in the National Guard (or, as it's starting to look, NOT in the National Guard), and part of me wants the Dems to stick it to him like his guys did to Kerry, but a growing part of me could not possibly give any less of a shit. Will Bush's absence from Guard duty affect my ability to buy a house in the most expensive market in the country? Did Kerry's Purple Hearts bring about reforms in health insurance costs? No? Then, really, who cares?

No! you say! It's Important! It's all about Character! Well, let's take a trip in the Way Back Machine, back to the fun days of Vietnam (imagine being in Najaf, only it's a jungle, and a lot more people are trying to kill you). For kicks, let's make ourselves 21, fresh out of college, and eligible for the draft. Given the choice between a) enlisting and going to Vietnam (like Kerry), b)"studying abroad" (Clinton), c)"pursuing your Master's and knocking up your wife" (Cheney), or d)"joining the National Guard, getting to fly a jet and party like a rock star"...well, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to cross choice a) right off the list. Do I think Bush and Cheney and Clinton are punks for weaseling out and letting others (my dad among them) go to fight? Yeah. But the real question is: WHAT WOULD I HAVE DONE? To which I say: Oh Canada, my home and native land...

We're all a bit too holier-than-thou when it comes to candidates and what they did/didn't do during Vietnam. We condemn John Kerry when he says witnessed and participated in "atrocities" - yet, for example, George McGovern flew bombing missions in WW II that deliberatly targeted German civilians. We call Bush and Clinton and Cheney cowards for not wanting to go fight. But I think that most of us would've tried like hell to avoid going to Vietnam, and if we did, would have shot anything that moved if we thought it would help us stay alive. That's pessimistic, but it's human nature, and it's been that way for as long as wars have been fought.

Of Greater Concern: movies based on videogames. "Resident Evil:Apocalypse" is out tomorrow, and having wasted 2 hours of my life on the first installment (except the scene where the special forces guys are in the tunnel, and the defense laser grid comes on, and it literally dices them - that was pretty boss), I'm not planning on even Netflixing (new verb) it. Other movies based on videogames: "Mortal Combat" and "Super Mario Brothers". A pinnacle of cinematic suckdom has been reached.

Finally, the feel-good story of the day.


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