The Rage List

I have little of my own to offer today, so I’m pointing you in the direction of awesome work that has been done by others.

I give you Artur Boruc’s Friday Rage List.

The Dirty Tackle does one of these every week, but I found this one particularly entertaining.

Obviously, this wasn’t written by Artur Boruc himself. He’s the goalkeeper for Poland and, until recently, Glasgow Celtic. Looks like he’ll be playing for Fiorentina in Florence this coming season. Hopefully this won’t affect future editions of the Rage List.

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Animal Birthday

Sometimes you have a crazy idea. Most of the time, if you even try to execute it, things just don’t fall into place. It almost never turns out the way you wanted it to.

And sometimes it does.

Yesterday was Limbo’s birthday. She was twelve. She’s the only one of our pets whose birthday is known, so we decided to celebrate. When we mentioned this to Abigail, she insisted that it was also Henry’s birthday. And when pressed, she determined that it was Maggie’s birthday as well. So the 12th of July is now official Animal Birthday in our house.

Since yesterday was also a no-nap, insane-by-6:30 day, we decided to postpone the actual celebration of Animal Birthday to this afternoon. Behold the awesome:

Just look at the birthday joy on Limbo’s face. While a jaunty hat clearly does nothing to dim Henry’s enjoyment of food – any food – Limbo clearly needed a moment’s meditation on the occasion before digging in. It’s not every day that a cat turns 12.

Since this was a birthday, that meant that cupcakes were in order. In her limited birthday experience, the association between this sort of event and cupcakes has been well established in her mind. We couldn’t disappoint that sort of expectation. Nor could we overlook an opportunity to take pictures of chocolate goatees.

And since this is Animal Birthday, and not just Cat Birthday, Maggie needed to be included in the fun. She even got her own birthday cupcake.

Maggie was also the one who objected to the hat the least. She has essentially become Abigail’s favorite toy, so things on her head are pretty much a given most days.

Happy Birthday, Limbo, et al.!

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Spain/Maggie Win the World Cup!

As you may recall, Abigail predicted – with some confidence – that Maggie would win the World Cup. I asked her today who won the aforementioned tournament and she said, with confidence undiminished, “Maggie won the World Cup!” From this I can only conclude that Maggie has, indeed, co-won the World Cup along with Spain. It was a hard fought campaign, but she emerged triumphant in the end.

Go ahead and relax, Maggie. You’ve earned it.

Also, good job, Spain. You were clearly the best team in the tournament, winning with class and skill while healing the rifts that still divide your country, yada, yada … Clearly this was Maggie’s day.

In almost completely unrelated news, Abigail’s new Lego set included the character picture below.

I’m referring, of course, to the one in the foreground, not the background. Abigail had him propped up him on the back of her toy truck, sitting with another figure and a pig. It was then that I realized who this actually was – A Man Named Jed.

That name, fortunately, has stuck and Abigail requests him by name. Hearing her say, “I want to play with A Man Named Jed” is heartwarming, I’m sure you’ll all agree.

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Reading Julian Comstock

I like Robert Charles Wilson. For pete’s sake, the guy wrote Spin. How can you not like the guy who wrote one of the modern classics of science fiction?

I’ve also enjoyed his other books, too. Darwinia and The Chronoliths really stand out in my mind. I loved the concepts of those books. They were big idea books with awesome, gripping worlds. Blind Lake was pretty good, too.

But other than Spin, I couldn’t tell you what happened at the end of any of them.

That’s the key problem I have with most of Wilson’s books; he has awesome, earth-shattering ideas, but builds forgettable stories around them. Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd Century America manages to avoid that trap, since the main character is actually pretty compelling. The book is written in the first person, from the perspective of a future Mark Twain-style figure chronicling  his life with the titular Julian.

I can’t tell you how much I thought I was going to hate that folksy storytelling style in the first few pages, but it actually ends up working as a hook. The plot is well-paced and the book is a page turner. There’s little sense of real tension, though. Potential dangers frequently don’t materialize and the characters move through a potentially lethal world seemingly carefree for much of the book.

The back story of how the world moves from the modern era into this somewhat dystopian future is interesting. Wilson doles it out in bits and pieces, letting us glimpse ruins or listen in on discussions of the past. Some of these involve highly unrealistic dialogue as the history is explained, but the rest of the book is so well written that I found it easy to let those moments go.

The problem is that none of it is quite interesting enough. Considering Wilson is known for his big ideas, Julian Comstock doesn’t really have a really gripping central concept. It’s almost the reverse of his earlier books. It’s got a memorable plot, but I was wondering what the point was throughout much of it.  And as a guy that loves science fiction, I don’t need much of a reason to enjoy a book about the future society in America.

The real message behind Julian Comstock is a critique of the corrupting role of religion in government. It’s an examination of how the extreme influence of a powerful religious institution can suppress a lot of the good that society has to offer, from science to the arts. It’s an idea that felt very familiar, especially since religious leaders already have too much influence over our government.  And while I agree with much of what Wilson has to say, he actually comes across – somewhat ironically – as preachy in much of it.

I’m giving Julian Comstock a tentative recommendation. Despite the important message, it just doesn’t feel like a very significant book. Maybe because it lacks an exalted theem, Julian Comstock is a very easy and enjoyable book to read.

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Fairy Festival

We went to the Fairy Festival at the San Diego Botanical Garden a few weeks ago, so this is hardly new news. But it’s a festival. With lots of little girls dressed up as fairies. It’s kind of awesome.

The first thing you need to know about the Fairy Festival is to get your wings early. We waited and the only ones left were ladybug wings. Which are still pretty awesome, I’ll grant you.

She loved these wings when we put them on. And she wore them for at least 10 minutes. Long enough to play in some bamboo!

After that the wings were stuffed in the bottom of the stroller and we spent our time running around and playing. They have a great play area at the Botanical Garden that Abigail loves playing on. There are a few more treacherous areas, where you might trip and fall. In these places, it’s best to find a friend whose hand you can hold to insure your safety. Abigail had never met this girl and they didn’t even look at each other again after they got off the rope bridge. But they held hands all the way out, and all the way back.

Do you see now why the Fairy Festival is awesome?

They also have a fake stream that the kids can splash in. It was fun and … actually this line is just here so that I can put in this picture. I really like this picture.

She’s showing me water. How awesome is that.

A little while after we got there, Abigail’s grandparents got there, which prompted a spinning, leaping dance of joy. I captured a picture of her mid-romp and I feel like this is a good way to end the post.

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Abigail Was Accepted Into Hogwarts

As you can see, she’s been practicing with her wand, which isn’t allowed. But we’ll let her get away with it a little.

Grandma and Grandpa took us all to Legoland for the Fourth of July. This is the first time Abigail’s been old enough to appreciate fireworks, so she got to stay up late for them. Actually she got to do more than stay up late. She got to run around like a crazed little monkey having as much fun as I’ve ever seen her have and then sit down and watch things explode in the sky.

The rides are cool and all, but the play area at Legoland is like paradise on Earth for kids. If I had seen this place as a child, I would never have left.

Heck, I had fun just running around with Abigail there. Naturally, I had to go down all the tube slides as well.

No, really, I had to. When she got to the bottom, Abigail immediately started climbing back up. I served as the Abigail Drain-O that got her out of the way so that other kids could also use the slide. Or at the very least, so that other kids didn’t slide into her much harder than I did.

In fact, I had to move so slowly that I was often completely stopped at the bottom. And since the big slide – naturally the one she preferred – had a long run out, I had to shimmy my way along the tunnel, pulling myself with heels and elbows before the next kid slid into my back. Abigail found this hilarious.

It was hilarious. And it was one of the best times I’ve ever had on the Fourth of July.

So without further ado, I give you a video of Abigail enjoying her first fireworks display, already jammied and cuddled up in Mama’s arms.

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Video Proof

Some of you may doubt Abigail’s awesomeness. I know, I know. It’s pretty unlikely that there’s anyone out there still unconvinced. I hope that if these semi-mythical doubters do exist, then this video will dispel any misgivings they have about the aforementioned awesomeness.

26 months old, people. I know it’s a camera phone video and not the best, but still, she amazes even me and I’ve been watching her swim from the start.

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World Cup Satisfaction

It’s never an awesome feeling when your team is eliminated from the World Cup, and, yes, I think we could have and should have won that game against Ghana. As I said when they scored, “Start Ricardo Clark, give up a goal: that’s the law.”

But you can’t fault this team. They played awesome. They played as well as they could have and got beaten anyway, largely because they left it all on the field a few nights before.

And we got to have that moment, the greatest moment I’ve ever seen in a sporting event, Donovan’s goal. I still get weepy when I watch the celebration videos. That made the whole exercise worth it.If you haven’t heard Andres Cantor’s call of the goal, you must listen. You don’t need to speak Spanish to understand what that goal means.

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The Quotable Abigail: Part 2

On things to say while wearing Momma’s shoes: “We need to go get coffee.”

On things to say while wearing Momma’s shoes: “We need to go to the store.”

On things to say while wearing Momma’s shoes: “Okay, you know what, we need to go to the restaurant.”

On the men’s room sign: “That says, ‘Abbey’s bathroom’.”

On urinals, Daddy’s use of: “Daddy’s boo-boo is going pee pee.”

On not being told not to throw that ball anymore: “You can throw it gently.” (with toss.)

On whether she is stretching: “No, downward dog.”

On automotive travel: “The car makes me sad. The car makes me a diamond. Blue diamond. It makes me a blue diamond. It makes Momma a pink diamond. It’s from the park.”

On family relations: “Uncle Sean is Momma’s sister.”

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Tallying

Just a quick tally tonight. The question before us is, who did better at predicting the groups, me or Abigail? You may recall that we shared our predictions of how the groups would finish before the first round of the World Cup started. Abigail made some unorthodox choices, while I felt I was sticking to more proven logic.

Naturally, we both selected exactly nine of the 16 teams that advanced. They weren’t the same nine however. And while, sure I predicted the exact rankings for Group H and Abigail got none of them right in Group D, I’m still going to give her the nod on tiebreakers. The fact of the matter is that Australia is a really cool sounding country. It’s hard NOT to pick them to succeed.

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