It’s Thursday, time to talk about last weekend

Ok, I’m slow. My computer had issues talking to my camera. My son was “sick” enough to stay home and help me clean the house yesterda. These are my excuses.

Anyway, finally some pics from last Saturday’s playoff game and road trip.

We left the house at 9:30 to get donuts, gas, and coffee and drive to Dallas for the game. Drive up? Uneventful. Nothing to photograph. Lots of cars. Trees. Cows. Oil wells. Trains. Etc.

McDonalds before the game? Same. Nothing to report (except I can’t get coffee as cheap as some people, but that’s ok). And why in the hell can’t they put the little baby changing table in the men’s room. There’s PLENTY of space. The men’s room at this McDonalds is as big as our master bedroom. But nowhere to change a poopy diaper. This made the baby and her dad very sad. Okay, more like pissed off. Let’s get with the nineties here, people. DAD’S CHANGE DIAPERS TOO.

Finally, here we are at the game. That’s my wife and daughter, who couldn’t figure out why we were sitting in the cold rain on aluminum bleachers. My daughter was confused, too, but chose to sleep most of the time.

Why did we go? My niece is on the drill team and performing at half time. We’ve missed her games for the last two years because they always play on Friday night and we always have to be home first thing on Saturday morning (for soccer or to teach classes or whatever) and there is a four hour drive in between. This was a Saturday game and we had nothing else going on. A glance at the scoreboard will tell you how well the game was going (hint: we are not the Tigers).

The performance at halftime was great. My son asks: “Why are they facing the other side?” Well, because it’s tradition to face the press box / home side of the field. He wasn’t buying it. My niece is the one on the far right, btw, for those of you keeping track at home.

Here is my bride enjoying the game. Actually we were trying like mad to keep the kids from hurting themselves or others while we played on the aluminum bleachers. You know what happens to aluminum when it gets wet (rain), right?

Here is my son telling me something. I don’t know what this was about. I hope we worked things out before things got outta hand.

We didn’t win the game. But, more importantly, we did see the cousins, and had some QT together as a family unit in the van.

Chairman Powell is unhappy.

FCC’s Powell disappointed in ‘MNF’ – Nov 17, 2004: “‘I wonder if Walt Disney would be proud'”

Well lets just list some other things that ol’ Walt should be proud of:

Wife Swap
The Bachelor
Extreme Makeover
and holy shit the George Lopez Show.

Now lets talk about Mirimax…

On second thought, lets not. Face it, Powell, Walt is long gone and Disney knows it. Did Walt want Congress to keep extending copyright protections for dear Mickey? How is that fair to the rest of the country that has their copyrights expire? Or the plan to sell “disposable” DVD’s? (coming soon to a landfill near you). Certainly Walt approves of the various suppliers that Disney contracts with in order to make a huge profit on it’s clothing and toys!

Even Monday Night Football is hardly “family” entertainment if you know anything about the personal lives of the players and coaches.

No, Walt has not been a concern of Disney in a long time.

Our country is in a place where a precision protest by a minute number of people is enough to create huge waves that result in fines and changes. Have we always been so thin skinned? Have we always believed in our “right” to not see or hear something that we don’t agree with? And did the founding fathers foresee Nicolette Sheridan’s (rather pretty) backside when they came up with all that ‘freedom of speech’ rhetoric?

(okay, try and count how many times you hear the “what would Walt think” line in the media the next few days, without any kind of context)

Hot and bothered

Now I’ve done it. I’m hot, sweat is pouring down my face, my hair is wet. My heart is beating fast, my glasses are fogged.

I did something that I could only do while home (virtually) alone.

Yes, I shampooed the carpets.