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Friday, March 23, 2007
Like Candy From A Baby
I used to think I understood that saying "like taking candy from a baby."
But seriously, have you ever tried to take candy from a baby? Especially a baby, or in my case, a toddler, who doesn't eat candy frequently so when she gets something like a swedish goldfish or a tootsie pop, there is no way in heaven or hell that she is letting go without screaming so loudly that your neighbors come up to see if we're torturing a cat. And I wouldn't take the candy from her but the sugar gets her so crazy that she spins around the room (literally, I have videos of this) until she says "dizzy, dizzy, Mamie funny," and then laughs and then cries because man, sugar crashing when you're not that coordinated can hurt.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Imagination of Children
After school this morning we went to Third Street Park. As I strolled Mamie in, we were drawn to two 7 or 8-year old girls. Mamie loves older girls and when one of them was pretending to be asleep on a bench Mamie went up to her and laid her head down next to her. It was really sweet.
"We're sisters," said one of the girls. "We're identical twins, actually."
These girls looked nothing alike, but hey, whatever. I listened as they chatted gleefully.
"We're teenagers, you know," said the other one.
"Oh," I said, "so, you get to do whatever you want, right? What does your mother think about that?"
"Our mother is dead," they said. "Both of our parents are dead. And we don't know where the body is."
They said this so matter of factly that I wondered if there was a CSI for children playing on the Nickelodeon Network.
"That's really sad," I said.
"We know. We think her body is far far away."
In the meantime I was looking for the parents or caretakers of these kids. Then I saw a few teachers from one of the local private schools. I know they take the kids to the park, so I figured these girls were part of that group. No one seemed to notice that these girls trailed off and were talking to a stranger (me). The conversation continued. More about the pirates and the missing body and word "dead" was spoken no less than 27 times. Finally, I got up and wished them well on their corpse hunt. I'd had enough.
"She didn't even get a funeral," they said.
Again I told them that I thought that was sad. They nodded and went back to their group.
Does this creep anybody else out?
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Start? Stop!
So I'm laying down on the bed while Doug has Mamie out at the local playspace. Trying to chill while watching while half watching some lame home decorating show and what comes on but one more car commercial. As I start to close my eyes, I pop up because the soundtrack to this Cadillac ad is The Jam. The Jam? It gets worse. It's not only the music of "Start" but the lyrics too. Why Why Why? Don't they have people who write special music for these type of things? Man, every time I hear one of my favorite songs attached to some stupid advertisement it just gets ruined for me. Is Paul Weller hurting that bad for money? Jeez.
I remember when commercials were a time to get up and go get something to drink or use the bathroom. But nowadays commercials are part of the whole deal. And sure, I've seen some great ones. But the problem is I usually remember the ad and not the product. I'm all for ingenuity but it just bums me out when I hear a great piece of music used to sell cars. The Jam and Cadillac? Nah. Doesn't even sound right.
Copyright 2007
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