Monday, December 29, 2003


On a listserv that I'm a member of, we've been talking about metrosexuality--i.e. straight guys that are not afraid to be in touch with their "feminine side." This usually entails being up to snuff on fashion and going to spas and stuff like that. Well, I found this quiz that can help you decide if you're metro or not. This is how I scored.

You're almost metro.
You're almost there!

You're on the right track with the way you dress, the places you shop
and the people you're with. Time for a little help from your friends.

Our advice: Spend more time with your gay friends, your girlfriends,
or visit your stylist. Avoid NASCAR events.

Alas, I fear that I may be living in too rural of an area to be truly considered metrosexual. Years ago (hell, even a year ago) I would have shied away from that label entirely, but now, what the hell?

Sunday, December 28, 2003

We're off to Heidi's dad's today. We have to do the obligatory church thing which isn't so bad. I kinda wish I didn't have to work tomorrow, but I suppose I'll get over it. Being on call this weekend kinda sucked because they actually called (which is a change from what they've done in the past) and they're just so dang dense sometimes.

Saturday, December 27, 2003

Haven't blogged in forever--I know that's the same song, different verse. We made it through Christmas intact. My folks came down for the actual Christmas holiday. My sister also stayed overnight on Christmas Eve, which led to some tense cat moments while we decided exactly how we were going to keep cats away from my parents (sleeping in Anna's room) and Wendy (sleeping on the futon downstairs.) But we all survived, for after all, it was only one night. I got my Alien Quadrilogy DVD set, along with the Indiana Jones series on DVD. I'm telling you, between the books and DVDs we got, I'll either be watching TV or reading for a dang long time.

So anyway, Heidi went to Iowa City to go to The Return of the King again and I stayed home with Anna. She met her uncle and cousin up there, so it wasn't like she was going alone. We've had a good time at home this afternoon. We watched Sleeping Beauty and now she's watching Teletubbies. I was a "bad dad" and watched the rat horror movie Willard (the Crispin Glover remake version) while she was up and around. She kept saying "mouse! mouse!" which I thought was precious but I suppose that I could probably get in trouble with some sort of state child services program for letting her watch horror films. My take on it is that the sooner she learns all that stuff is fake, the less there is to be scared of. Now that doesn't mean that I'm going to let her go watch The Exorcist or something like that, but if she seems to want to watch something that I can talk to her about, then I'm going to do that.