Screaming kids in public used to make me crazy, absolutely crazy, especially during the Atlanta years. It was before I had any screamers of my own, was working hard and playing hard, and had a very low threshold for nonsense.
I was constantly rolling my eyes, and whisper-hollering, “Heeeere we go…”
Then our first child came along, and I became a little more understanding. We never let our kids just scream and scream and scream in public, because, you know, we think of others. But they sometimes cry. It’s a fact of life, and there’s not much you can do to stop it.
So, when we’d be in a restaurant or whatever, and some kid started wailing and it seemed like the parents were making an attempt to deal with it, it didn’t bother me too much. ‘Cause I’d been there, and know how it is. I’d just give them a good-natured “what are you gonna do?” look of solidarity, and calmly go about my business.
I was growing as a person, maturing and calming down. Life experiences change a person, I knew, and I was becoming more worldly and sophisticated.
But now that our boys are a little older, and almost never cause public disturbances anymore, I’m right back to square one. Screaming kids make me crazy again, absolutely crazy. And I routinely whisper-holler, “Heeeere we go…” like it’s 1995.
Just thought you’d want to know. I guess I ain’t got no sophistication, after all?
I mentioned that Toney and I are re-watching The Sopranos, from the beginning. We just started Season 4, and haven’t seen most of the episodes since they originally aired on HBO.
The first three seasons are stellar, consistently hilarious and fantastic. But by the fourth season, things are starting to get a little wobbly. Mixed-in amongst the moments of genius, are a few clunker episodes — for the first time.
A few nights ago we watched what must be the worst of them all: when Silvio gets all worked-up about Columbus Day. Remember that? Wow! What a turd of an episode. The characters don’t even seem like themselves; they’re all pontificating, and giving wooden speeches about Italian pride and whatnot.
It’s jaw-droppingly bad, especially considering everything that came before.
What do you think are the worst episodes of an otherwise great TV series? Can you think of any? If so, use the comments link to tell us about it.
School started again yesterday, so I’m home alone during the day. Well, me and Black Lips Houlihan… And when I got out of the shower this morning, there was a carpenter’s level in front of the bathroom door. TS? It looked like it had been placed there, on its side and perfectly lined-up.
My heart started pounding, because it was kinda freaky, and I yelled, “Hello?? Is anybody here? What in the candy-striped hell??”
Then I walked around the house making sure the doors were locked, and that some weirdo “visitor” hadn’t arrived while I was soaping-up my mannery glands.
I found nothing unusual, and don’t have any idea how that level got there. It’s usually kept on a shelf above the washer and dryer. So, what the heck? I have no explanation, literally. Will somebody please get George Noory on the phone?
I want to go to New York City. It’s the weather, I think. Fall makes me want to walk around Manhattan all day, eat a wide swath through the city, and drink a few $9 beers after dinner. For some reason this never occurs to me during the summer months. Weird, huh?
There’s a commuter bus that runs between Scranton and NYC several times per day, and I might be aboard one of them soon. Things are getting a little rut-like around here… Funk it.
Are you happy with your name? I guess mine’s OK, although it’s not very imaginative. Jeff, I believe, was one of the most popular boy names of the early ’60s, so my folks didn’t exactly go out on a limb with it.
And if I’d been a girl, they were going to name me Lisa — one of the most popular female names of the era. No Eninen stupidity for my Mom and Dad….
Here’s what “Lisa Kay” would probably look like today, by the way.
I got called Jeff Gay a lot in grade school, by comedy geniuses, and people always say, “What did you say your name was, JFK?” But other than that… it’s not so bad. I would’ve preferred two syllables up-front, though. A pair of one-syllable names is a little choppy, don’t you think?
What about your name? Are you cool with it? Have you ever considered changing it, or do you go by a nickname to hide your real name, or anything like that? Give us a quickie review, if you’re so inclined.
And I think I’m going to call it a day now.
Have a great weekend, my friends.