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I'd love to be able to say I have tons of new content for everyone today, but I spent most of the afternoon running around town and being with my daughter. She's so sweet, but she's getting so BIG. It's hard seeing your child in these little snapshots, every few days, a week, things like that. She's already hitting that "Oh dad" stage, I hope it doesn't grow into a thing. I was hoping that with her mother being around all the time that I could be the "cool" parent, the confidante, the problem solver. I don't know any more. The whole boobs thing is getting in the way I guess, it's hard to talk to dad about your chest when dad really has very little input that you can use. I mean, puberty is just a lot different for girls and boys. What do I tell her about puberty? "Well, when I was your age I decided that my prick was the coolest toy ever, much better than my GI Joes." I can't tell her that, that would be like telling her that my parents didn't have to answer a lot of my questions because I found my dad's um, private audio/visiual collection really early on in life, like 11. My God, she's 11 now...

I just finished watching Anger Management with my brother and sister-in-law tonight. It was a really funny movie, but I sort of felt short-changed because I'd watched a review on television of the movie and I had already prepped myself for the movie. Jack and Adam were really great together and most of the Sandleresque walk-ons were ok except I don't think that ok politicians should spend much time being bad actors. I mean, if you're going to lie for a living in film that's one thing, but why blur the line anymore than it already is by asking the other guys who lie for a living to show up in a movie too.

I also decided to look around at other people's blogs tonight. I Love You, Michelle is kind of scary. Notable quotes:

mikeyphillipsii (2:13:21 AM): i love you
mikeyphillipsii (2:14:04 AM): you fart marbles

I realize that I'm not any paragon of normality, but...Sometimes I try to remember what it was like to even be in a relationship and wonder if I was ever that stupid and insane. I remember feeling out of control and that probably has more to do with me not dating anymore than anything else. I wonder why people subject themselves to this? Sex was great, but intimacy is like this great big joke. "Hey, we're glad you opened up and shared yourself. Now it's much easier to stab you in the f*cking back!" A hot date with a bottle of hand lotion seems a lot easier.

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Who ever doubted?

Second in my swath of blog review is it could be better...but worse is more likely. Like me, I don't think this guy went very far off the beaten path in his blogger style though he seems to have an interesting feed for news or at least have a lot of time on his hands (maybe even more than me). He's also apparently from Mississippi. I've tried, and failed to forgive him for that. So his blog sucks.

Here is an interesting article from Science News about applying on/off switches to DNA-able structures. It's really funny. Back in the 50's and all the way up till the 80's scientists seemed to think that we'd all be flying to school on hoverbelts, driving our rocket cars into orbit for lunch, and carrying frickin' laser beams around like George Jetson by now. Instead we got cloned sheep, genetic mapping, and Big Brother.

Hey, at least Orwell was right. Somehow, I wish Heinlein had been instead.