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I will NOT write a post about the Lost season finale.

I will NOT wonder aloud what the hell is going on with funeral caskets; big fake beards; abrupt time changes; drunk dead fathers upstairs; Kates eyebrows; four toed colossal statue feet that haven’t been mentioned in a season; the absence of smoke monsters; the presence of massively tall children pulling gutshot men out of killing pits; unnecessary hobbit drownings (c’mon, he could have made it out that door with plenty of time to chat with Desmond about square faced blondes on TV screens); In Utero; unaging Bat-Manuels; submarine bases staffed with hot, gun-toting chicks; obsolete, faulty tape technology working flawlessly in humid island conditions for 16+ years; grenade-wielding, cyclopean, apparently invulnerable russian men; kickass minibus driving fat men; kickass, breaking-necks-with-their-feet iraqi men; the long imploded button (c’mon, lets talk about the damn button!); gold passes for airlines (seriously, they make those?  That’d freakin RULE); or waiting until 2008 for a so-off-the-wall-its-really-kinda-not-cool twist ending explanation.

Not gonna do it.

A season three recap, thats damn near better than the 25 odd hours of season three were…

Thanks, Maldrid!

Looking forward to watching the first episode of Firefly. A co-worker loaned the complete series to me while I’m off on paternity leave. I first heard about Firefly over at Reality Me and was intrigued by the concept. A western/ sci-fi, who would have thought, but it works.

As an aside, I’m not at all interested in the State of the Union Address, but I’ll watch it anyway.

3 posts in one day!  Unbelievable!

But in news that has me hearing the faint, otherworldly excited squeal of BJ, Val Kilmer is talking about making a sequel to Real Genius.

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Speaking of things that would make BJ squeal, MastaG was singing “secret secret… I’ve got a secret” on the way to school.

Domo Arigato, indeed.

Picked up the kids and decided to go see Happy Feet.  Pigpen wasn’t really into it, although he was completely into the idea of it of going before the movie started.  He got fidgety about halfway through, and sat on my lap after his second trip the bathroom (when I very lightly swatted the back of his head for taking me to the bathroom just to get out of the chair, instead of to actually USE the bathroom, and he looked at me and said “You don’t do that, Daddy!” with a Clint Eastwood glint in his eye).

We were watching the movie, and not paying attention to it together for a few minutes.  I patted his leg, and enjoyed the closeness of a 4 year old son.  I’d reach over, and put my arm around MastaG in the next chair, and enjoy the closeness of a 10 year old son.

When Pigpen and I were sitting, he quietly said “I miss Mommy.”

I told him I did too.

We watched the movie, came home, ate, and went to bed.

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As I wrote this, I was listening to the music that Bos linked to in an earlier comment, and I listened to the lyrics for a bit (which I tend to ignore in my impatience with things in general, and I saw The Beauty.  Its been about a month, and it took me away for a minute.

I have tears in my eyes.

I miss you, and love you, BJ.

I’m crying for you, and me, and life, and The Beauty, and the pain, and everything, harder than I’ve cried in a long, long time…

i love you.

i’ll love you forever.