I Heart Giant Robots

I was going to say nothing makes me cringe more than the phrase "gritty reboot" and then I realized that is a fucking lie.  It's a powerful way to start a rant, but I'm trying to be truthful here, so I'll just say the phrase "gritty reboot" makes me cringe and fills me with dread.  Now that I got that out of the way let me get to my point.

I recently watched Pacific Rim and loved it and honestly what's not to love?  Giant robots fighting giant monsters, it basically popped out of the screen and said "hey 10 year old version of Jordan, how fucking awesome is this?" and I responded back with "So awesome!".  It was only after I came down from my giant robot high that I realized Pacific Rim made me dislike the gritty reboot of Superman more than I already did.

Hell Yeah!

Why did Pacific Rim make me dislike Man of Steel more?  Because Pacific Rim was a fun action movie that didn't take itself too seriously and Man of Steel was a drama about a guy who is super bummed that he is Superman and took itself as seriously as a documentary about Auschwitz.  Let's not act like just because Pacific Rim was about ridiculously large robots fighting ridiculously large monsters that it was allowed to take itself less serious than Man of Steel; Man of Steel is about a guy from another planet that is super strong because of Earth's yellow sun...that's pretty much it.

Don't get me wrong, I love Superman.  As a kid I grew up idolizing Superman and I think I went as him for Halloween 3 years in a row, that's what makes me so upset about the gritty reboot, I really wanted to love this movie.  Instead I got a depressed Superman who is literally responsible for thousands upon thousands of deaths during his fight with General Zod and never once stops to try to help as buildings come crashing down. The Christopher Reeve Superman would've moved the fight away from Metropolis, hell he would've moved the fight away from a tree if he thought a family of birds lived there.  

I loved Pacific Rim because it made me feel like a kid again, sadly Man of Steel made me believe a man could fly but couldn't make me care.

I'm Back...Sorry

I told myself that when I got a new laptop I would take blogging back up again.  My apologies to all since this blog is pretty much mental masturbation and nothing more.  It gives me an opportunity to write, which I do enjoy doing, and also voice whatever the hell is on my mind at any given time.

The last time I wrote a blog I was getting ready to build a crib for my not yet born little girl.  Needless to say that was a long time ago, nearly a full calendar year, and a few things have happened since then.  I think the biggest thing that has happened is that the crib has been occupied by my daughter now for nearly 9 months.

I'm writing this instead of cleaning the kitchen floor.  She went down for a nap about an hour ago now and I had no way of knowing she'd be sleeping this long.  And as I write this sentence the damn phone rung and woke her up.

You can thank the bullshit card services phone call for my not going into detail about how much I love my daughter and how rewarding it is to be a dad.  Chances are if you're reading this you are already friends with me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter which means you've already heard me talk about that over and over again anyway. 

In conclusion, I'm back...maybe.  I'd like to write more and spend some more time with this blog.  I got a lot of opinions that no one cares about that I'd love to share in 2014.

Crib Building and Other Elvis Costello B-Sides

Has everyone who will get the title gotten it yet?  Yes?  Ok, let's move on then.

Today is Super Bowl Sunday, it is also the day that my father and I will build my little girl's crib.  I think I'm going to start referring to her as The Oncoming Storm and to hell with anyone that doesn't get that reference.  My dad and I haven't built anything together since I was a teenager so it should be fun.

I've been told by everyone that building a crib is fun, but they generally snicker after saying the word "fun".  I've been told the dreaded allen wrench is a prominent feature in the building of cribs.  I fucking hate allen wrenches.  Generally they're always required for some tight spaced area that you can't see, so you spend your time trying to find the groove so the wrench will fit into the bolt and all you get out of your hard work is one small turn of the screw.  Bloody useless.

In the end obviously it is worth it.  I want my little oncoming storm to have a nice safe and sturdy crib to sleep in, she will after all be the one choosing my nursing home.

As I mentioned before, today is also the Super Bowl, it is footballs Christmas Day.  For the fans of the two teams it is the excitement of Christmas morning.  For the fans of the other teams it is what Christmas is like for Jews, we can enjoy the pretty lights or the game, but we aren't really participating.

I'm a fan of the absolutely horrible New York Jets so I've grown accustomed to just rooting for a good game and generally picking a side so I have some sort of rooting interest.  When the dust settles today I hope the Ravens win.

Happy Super Bowl Sunday everyone!  Now to get this crib building started.

Fatherhood or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Get Excited

I have been meaning for a long time now to write about one of the biggest things to ever happen in my life, namely, my wife being pregnant and me being a father-to-be. 

At first I thought I would chronicle the milestones, something that I could look back on and read and something my little girl could read as well, once she'd learn to read.  Then my wife mentioned that we should both write something, like a welcome to the world type letter for her, I suppose there is still time to do that.  Finally I thought to myself that I should write a blog and well...here we are.

We're two months away from the big day and as it gets closer the more excited I get.  The little person whose kicks I've felt, whose profile I saw in the sonogram, who I helped create is almost here...and her room is completely not ready for her.  Outside of the farther reaching excitement, there is so much practical shit that needs to get done.

We've got two baby showers coming up, I'm currently sitting in the nursery and nothing has changed in here that would make anyone think we're having a baby.  Things need to be moved, things need to be purchase (hopefully off the registry) for us to be able to put together the room that will go from our extra bedroom into _______'s bedroom. 

Omitting a name above wasn't some clever way to keep people from knowing her name, because I don't know her name.  We have a pretty good idea of what we think her name will be but nothing has been 100% decided upon and well I think we need to get on that too.  It is a big deal to name a person, but it is exciting.

I wasn't always excited, if I'm being honest.  I was terrified at first, and for a few months too.  The idea that I am going to be responsible for another life is just overwhelming.  I'm going to bring this little girl into the world.  I'm going to need to keep her safe, teach her right and wrong and try to help her become the best possible person she can be.  That will be my new full-time job for the rest of my life...it's just crazy to think about.

Bottom line is I'm going to be somebody's daddy and I can't wait to meet her.