Now I know how a calzone feels.
Jul. 18th, 2006 05:41 pmI got out of the car at 8 a.m., accidentally leaving a CD slim-line jewel box on the front seat. By noon, it had melted. Ye gods, do I hate summer.
Today was a Chase the Boy Child Day (Girl Child is in Massachusetts for the week for a camping thing), which meant a bunch of good father-son bonding activities, like Lego's and Spongebob Squarepants reruns. Yes, it was a good day. Highlight was when we popped over to my apartment briefly, and we both wheezes and groaned our way up the four flights of non-air-conditioned stairs. As we staggered down the hall to the apartment, Nik slumped against the wall, flopped onto the floor, and whimpered, "Dad, you're on your own." Cue gigglefits from Dad.
Oh, and since Nik's birthday is Friday, and it has been hinted that mix CDs are very welcome this year, I tried skimming through some discs in the car to guage what songs he cottons to these days. The ones he pegged as being exceptionally good:
* "Coconut," Harry Nilsson
* "Sing Along," Blue Man Group featuring Dave Matthews
* "Rocky Road to Dublin," Dropkick Murphys
* "Nancy's Got a New Boyfriend," Hamell on Trial
* "Twin Cinema," The New Pornographers
* "Don't Ask," Einstein's Little Homunculus
Ai yi yi, what have we wrought upon this earth? Suffice it to say, though, that I will do the proper and fatherly thing by not including Lords of Acid's "Slave to Love," no matter how much he begs. Trouble is, he will, and his sister will join in. Sigh.
Today was a Chase the Boy Child Day (Girl Child is in Massachusetts for the week for a camping thing), which meant a bunch of good father-son bonding activities, like Lego's and Spongebob Squarepants reruns. Yes, it was a good day. Highlight was when we popped over to my apartment briefly, and we both wheezes and groaned our way up the four flights of non-air-conditioned stairs. As we staggered down the hall to the apartment, Nik slumped against the wall, flopped onto the floor, and whimpered, "Dad, you're on your own." Cue gigglefits from Dad.
Oh, and since Nik's birthday is Friday, and it has been hinted that mix CDs are very welcome this year, I tried skimming through some discs in the car to guage what songs he cottons to these days. The ones he pegged as being exceptionally good:
* "Coconut," Harry Nilsson
* "Sing Along," Blue Man Group featuring Dave Matthews
* "Rocky Road to Dublin," Dropkick Murphys
* "Nancy's Got a New Boyfriend," Hamell on Trial
* "Twin Cinema," The New Pornographers
* "Don't Ask," Einstein's Little Homunculus
Ai yi yi, what have we wrought upon this earth? Suffice it to say, though, that I will do the proper and fatherly thing by not including Lords of Acid's "Slave to Love," no matter how much he begs. Trouble is, he will, and his sister will join in. Sigh.