The Weekend Eudemon

Mellow weekend. Just the way I like 'em.

I walked uptown with my 9-year-old to the bookstore after work yesterday. We took the 2-year-old and 10-month-old, too. While checking out, the cash register wouldn't accept my gift certificate for some reason. During the five-minute delay, the baby crawled to a flimsy display and tried to pull herself up. It crashed down, sending knick-knacks and toys all over the floor. The workers were gracious about it, which is good. Their graciousness compelled me to be gracious about the check-out delay.

My wife and I relaxed last night and watched Wedding Crashers. I liked it. All last year, I heard that Wedding Crashers and The 40 -Year-Old Virgin marked the cultural degeneration of our entertainment industry. Well, the industry is definitely degenerate, but Virgin is far worse than Crashers, especially if you delete ninety seconds of nude shots from the beginning of Crashers. Crashers contained one scene disrespectful of priests, but there were also scenes that made fun of the moroseness that often marks homosexuals. Overall, I didn't find the movie very objectionable and, to be honest, enjoyed it. Perhaps the pop culture has warped me.

Things are doing well at TDE. Traffic is increasing steadily, but no advertisers yet. Bastuds. I'm saving up for a vasectomy, and they can't spend $10 to help with the deductible? What's this world coming to? Now my wife will probably end up getting pregnant again, leading to eight children in 13 years.

That's it for this week. And for that matter, that might be it for two weeks. Next Friday evening, our children's parochial school is hosting a big fund raiser. My wife--and I, vicariously--are running it. It'll be a late night, so I suspect I won't be in condition to write a Weekend Eudemon next week.

In the meantime, may your mouse move fast and the links bring you goodness.