Maybe I'm Repressed, But This Seems Horrifying...

So, we're potty training #4, and it's going slowly but surely. On an unrelated note, I bought a book about fun things to do with your toddler when trapped inside for long periods (say October through April, for example). I saw suggested an activity called something along the lines of "Potty Pals" in this new book, and said, "Hey, maybe I can use that."

Basically, you're supposed to cut eyes and a nose out of construction paper and tape them to the inside of the lid of the potty, implying that the bowl itself is the mouth. The child is then responsible for *gag hold on a second I might--BARF!!* "feeding" the potty several times a day.

Seriously, I have very nearly vomited three times while writing this post.

Shit My Dad Says...Officially the Funniest Person Ever

Well, his Dad is, anyway. Everytime I read that site, my face and stomach hurt from laughing. What? Yes, I know my face is killing you. I'm officially adding him to the RSS feed. Anyway, apparently CBS has picked up Shit My Dad Says to develop into (and ruin as) a sitcom - starring, in possibly the most brilliant piece of casting in the history of EVER, William Shatner. After listening to Has Been in the car on the way to meet our friend for lunch today, Miss Marcia and I are very pro-Shatner, so this news is timely.

Read Shit My Dad Says. Not my personal Dad. He's funny, but not like this.

"I think the baby shit….Well, I’m smelling shit right now, so if it ain’t the baby, one of you has a big fucking problem." -Shit My Dad Says

Upcoming Shows

So, the last concert I went to was Tom Jones, and boy was that ever a sight. Haven't gone to anything since, which is a sad statement on both my own life and the types of entertainment available in the 413.

BUT! We're straying deep into 203 & 860 territory with the kids:
First, Josh and I will be accompanying his future wife and my BFF to see Nick JR Live! at the Oakdale (I don't think it's called that anymore...maybe I should make an effort to find out the venue name before I try driving there. Moose, Zee, Dora the (gag) Explorer, The Backyardigans (we don't care about them), Ni Hao Kai Lan, and the Wonder Pets (what's gonna work, BEADWORK!!) await in this fun-filled assault on our senses. Have I mentioned that Josh can hang a spoon from his nose? That's actually YoGabbaGabba-inspired. Those tickets are WAY too much money and they don't come within 300 miles of 413, the shiny, happy bastards.

Next: Thank God Junior is finally old enough to go have meaningful "cultural" experiences with me - we're going to see David Sedaris at The Warner in April. She recently talked her book club out of reading Twilight in favor of Sedaris's Naked, which is at least a partial validation of the appalling amount of money we spend on her schooling (apparently she had complete support of the staff on striking Twilight from the running, which is another validation). This will be my third time seeing Sedaris, and I'm a little concerned that I might be turning into a groupie.

Invaders Must Die

...and for once, I'm not talking about the Ladybug Army that's laid siege to my house. No, I'm talking about The Prodigy and my new review of their recent album of pure awesome, Invaders Must Die. Oh sure, I got it back in October and could have probably reviewed it months ago, but I've been just so lazy what with the baby and rewrites and playing video games and writing workshop. Don't judge me, bastards.

Favorite Superbowl Commercial

Not sure why, but this made me laugh. Not a very good crop this year. GoDaddy was especially lame, although those creepy dolphin people in the Emerald Nuts commercial were a new breed of awful.

So you want to buy me that perfect something?

Well, aren't you sweet? What do you buy for the geek who has everything? I'm so glad you asked!

For the geek who has everything...

No Nap for You!

Josh is staging some sort of revolt in his bedroom...all I can hear is "I WANT TO GET DOWN, MOMMY!" Damn it, boy, take a nap!

Anyway. Here's some funny courtesy of Celebrity Odor.

New Review: 30 Seconds to Mars

I gotz a new review up on Little Rat Bastard. This "week" (I use that term loosely, in the six, seven, ten, or 13 day sense of the word), I've reviewed War, the new offering from Jared Leto and the boys in 30 Seconds to Mars.

You may read it here.