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I could have gone one of two ways with this comic. But since I already went with the “obvious porn title” gag in my comic for Inside Man, I decided to indulge my immaturity by having fun with phonetics. Yeah, it’s kind of a cheap gag. But no one seems to complain when Family Guy appeals to the lowest common denominator!
I’m excited for Public Enemies for a myriad of reasons. Mostly because I’m a huge Michael Mann fan and I’m pretty much convinced Johnny Depp and Christian Bale can do no wrong.
It’ll be interesting to see how Mann adapts his auteur style to a 1930s period piece (if he bothers to adapt it at all) and I hope he doesn’t pull another stunt like he did in Heat where he kept his two principal leads apart for all but 5 minutes of the movie. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Oddly, Cami has no interest in seeing this movie because she’s pretty much convinced that Christian Bale is the biggest tool on Earth. She formed this opinion years before his infamous rant on the set of Terminator: Salvation. She’s never liked the guy – which I think is a shame. I think we need more actors like Bale. Even when he delivers a performance that misfires, he never does anything half way. I admire his discipline.
Not much else for me to talk about this morning, but expect a post later in the day talking about my pre-order drive on the Spoiler Alert! t-shirt and the Theater Hopper: Year Three book. Instead of the graphic I created for the blog, I’m going to make a little cosmetic change to the site in the header to call more attention to this initiative.
Talk to you soon!
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This was a comic I felt had to happen. Mostly because it mirrored real life so closely.
I don’t know if any of you had pets before you decided to have kids. If you have only one or neither, maybe this isn’t for you. But I know that before we decided to have kids, I felt a little guilty about what it would do to Truman.
I mean, we FAWNED over that dog for 5 years. We got him gifts on his birthday. He was our child until Henry came along.
That’s not to say that we ignored him completely after Henry was born, but your priorities shift when you’re a first-time parent. You learn how to juggle your responsibilities, but the shift takes time.
I remember when we brought Henry home and put him down on the floor, resting in his car seat. Truman sniffed all over the place before giving us an inquisitive look. After that, he got… sad. He didn’t eat much for the next two weeks. He literally started to isolate himself in other rooms in the house. It bums me out to remember.
Eventually he came around. He learned new ways to steal attention where he could get it. By the time Pearl was born, it was all old hat to him. We worried that he’d resent being knocked down another peg. But, honestly, he took it all in stride.
Truman’s a great dog, by the way. He’s fantastic with the kids. Never snarls or bites, even when the kids messed with him while he was eating. He’d just sit back and wait for them to get out of the way.
Truman will be 11 years old in February. In many ways, he’s the spry dog he’s always been. Loves to play-fight. Loves to cuddle. But sometimes I worry that maybe his better years are behind him. He has a lot more white on his face now than he used to. Henry is 5. Pearl will be 3 in less than a month. They love Truman, but sometimes I feel sad that maybe they’re not getting the best of him or that they won’t remember him when they’re older and we’ve lost him.
I guess it emphasizes the point that you’ve got to cherish the time you have – not spend too much time thinking about what was or what will be. Now is all we’ve got.
Funny it takes me writing a blog post about a dog to crystallize that sentiment.
Cheers, all.
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