Not blinking

It's 2:38AM and I'm wide awake because I'm afraid of what the world is going to look like for my kids. They're seeing Santa in 8 hours at the Hard Rock and I'm worried about the progression of gun violence from somewhat predictable gang activity and thefts to more random acts that end in suicide in suburban and rural communities. There's a contrast there that scares me.

Some thoughts on celebrity

Jack Nicholson was at the Dodgers-Yankees game tonight. In a Yankees hat. And this brought up all kinds of issues for me. First, he's allegedly a Lakers fan. Much as I've wondered if Bill Clinton has any idea what's happening in any of the World Cup matches he's attended, does Jack Nicholson know what's happening in any basketball game? Does he know he's attending a basketball game at all? OK, I guess that's about my only issue with this. But still.

I'm tired of all these Yankees hats. Jack. LeBron. Pretty much anyone else who lives more than 20 miles from New York. They're unnecessary. I don't hate the Yankees anymore - I'm back to just dismissing them as an annoying East Coast team that just sort of exists.

Detroit gives you real fans out of its celebs. Kid Rock sang America the Beautiful during the 2005 NBA finals. In a Rick Mahorn warmup. Bob Seger sang America the Beautiful during the 2006 World Series.

Chicago's about the same. Eddie Vedder wrote an entire Cubs song, for God's sake. Then there's the infamous Jeremy Piven moment in 2006 - on Father's Day, as hundreds of thousands of old people across the upper Midwest had just finished their second Miller Lites...

Yes, these are reasons why sports in the Em-Dub are better than those on the coasts. Real celeb passion. Catch the fever. Go ahead. Catch it.

Waiting on enfant numéro deux...

And that's about what life is right now. I'm not anxious. Mrs Original isn't anxious. Should we be? We've been through this before. We have the staff of one of the 20 biggest hospitals in the country to guide us through. No angst. No strife. Just good times and a new baby.

Anxiety is overrated. Since I "recovered" from my anxiety disorder in college (by the way, you never eliminate it completely; you just manage it more effectively), I've become almost overly chill. But I like it. I don't wear a watch. I don't stress about work. My biggest stress is probably food. Meaning what I'm going to eat and what I ate. I'm overly concerned about preservatives and where stuff originates. So much so that I think that people who shop at Whole Foods are just minions who don't want to have to bother to read labels. They figure that if juice costs $6.59 a carton, it must be better for you and for the world. Au contraire, ignorant shopper.

I am still angsty. I think I will be forever. I'm 30 now. Angst is supposed to dissipate before that. I've always worked best with a chip on my shoulder. No anxiety, though. Just ferocity. I'm ready for the baby and the injustices of the $1.00 surcharge on combos at the hospital food court Charlie Chiang's.

Time to update this stuff

Eek. I'm not good at blogging. Updating the last.fm stuff finally. Been busy having another kid and all. The time is soon. Hopefully this can get rolling again. I have so many opinions that the world needs to hear. Brace yourselves.

This is what brought me back?

In case you doubted that NoVA was hard...



Welcome back, TSO. Welcome back.