Venture Brothers just keeps getting more and more creepy.
Hec and I watched it late last night and laughed and laughed like drains, but, yeah, it's incredibly fucked-up. Emmett's been loving up lots of S1 Venture Brothers (and some of S2, except the first two episodes really creeped him out), but I kinda think this ep may need to be buried deep in the TiVo's bowels behind a complex maze of subfolders and parental passwords. Great stuff, but in a desperately fucked-up way, and fucked-up in a desperately grown-up way.
Hec warned me not to follow the news today and not to click on any link having anything to do with the Amish schoolchildren, which is probably wise given that I had a minor meltdown this morning over some rapper I had never heard of before whose wife had a severely premature daughter the same day I had Matilda, and the poor little thing didn't survive. I just wanted to snuzzle Matilda and apologize to the bereft rapper and his wife forever. So I'm very carefully knowing nothing but the vague outline of the Amish schoolchildren story; even the outline is making me shaky with rage, though.
JZ, I thought about you when I heard all the horrible news. When Ben was a baby (and not as new as Matilda, I don't think), there was a news story running about a cat who kept running into a burning building to save all five of her kittens, one at a time. I think her name was Scarlett. This was over ten years ago, and I still can't make myself look for stories.
Tell us about Matilda. Tell us how beautiful she is, and what she does that slays you. Tell us about you. You worked so hard to have her. How are you recovering? Are you feeling yourself? How are you sleeping?
JZ, tell me you've heard of Run DMC.
JZ, you guys should be getting a package in a few days.
I pretty much had to avoid the news, too. I still get weepy and weird over some pretty horrific child-related stuff that happened when Owen was born.
ION, I am in love with the Clorox Bleach Pen. I rank it second only to the miracle powers of the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
(Yeah, I get right down to the really important stuff, huh?)
JZ, are you talking about Rev. Run?
We saw that fire at 5th and Harrison -- well, no, we saw the big plume of smoke during our staff meeting. Had to stop the meeting, which is on a telecon, so we could all go stand in the window and stare. I was amazed we didn't hear any sirens.
ION, I am in love with the Clorox Bleach Pen. I rank it second only to the miracle powers of the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
And to round out the holy trinity, the Scrubbing Bubbles.
Jesse, yes, I have, but the news story I read didn't say anything about Run, just somebody named Williams who had been a rap artist. The name meant utterly nothing to me -- I couldn't name one individual member of most bands, of any genre, except the Beatles and the Stones, and I'm pretty shaky on the Stones once you get past Mick and Keith. I can't even name a single Decemberist, and I
love
the Decemberists. So, nope, the man's name pinged nothing in me; it just gut-punched me that his wife went into labor right when I did, and that I have this beautiful, beautiful child and they have a big black hole.
And, crap. Now that I know exactly which rapper he is/was, I'll probably never be able to listen to Run DMC again without puddling up.
Cindy, she's so pretty. None of the pictures so far do her any kind of justice. I'm not an exhibitionist at all, but damn, I want someone to hover over my shoulder and take pictures while she's breastfeeding; she just looks so lovely, her little neck all stretched out, her entire head cupped in my hand, her long elegant fingers flexing and waving, very intent and focused on her task (a difficult one for a not-quite-term baby) but with this milk-stoned/blissed-out look in her eyes.
And she's an incredibly easy baby -- doesn't fuss much, is easily consoled (she just interrupted this post with a wet diaper and bleated all through the change, but one pass up and down the hallway afterward totally soothed her; I pointed out the pictures of Emmett and of teenage David and his parents, her grandparents, and her own image in the full-length mirror at the end of the hall, and she goggled at everything very attentively, tenting her fingers under her chin, and now she's on the Boppy on my lap glancing back and forth between the scrreen and me).
She sleeps a lot during the day, which makes nighttimes a little rough but does allow for a lot of compensatory napping and stuff-doing by daylight. And when she's out, she's deeply out -- you can go about your business, including clattery stuff like putting away dishes or even accidentally dropping one, and she doesn't care (she passed her hearing screen, so that's not an issue; she's just a sound sleeper). No jaundice. She's already nursing with some degree of competence. She scratches up her face a good bit with her tiny nails, but the scratches disappear almost instantly, so clearly she has Slayer-like healing powers.
In short, obviously a genius, a saint, a deep thinker, and possibly a Chosen One. I only hope that when the other Potentials track her down and help her fulfil her destiny, she remembers to introduce her mom to Giles.
