Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Monday, November 14, 2005
A week or so ago, I happened to mention, during a discussion at the office, that I don't watch scary movies because I am overly susceptible to the emotional atmosphere that the director is trying to create; I get scared easily. I noted that I had to turn off The Sixth Sense halfway through for that very reason, even though my wife had recommended it, claiming "it's not scary".
So my coworker declared "So you're a pussy."
Better to be a pussy than an asshole, I guess.
If anyone's noticed, yes, I'm way behind on, well, everything.
So we decide to go for a walk before dinner to tire the kids out, the hope being that they'll both go to sleep shortly after we eat. Unfortunately, by putting the two of them in a stroller and pushing them up and down our reknown San Francisco hills, we were accomplishing the exact opposite of what we wanted -- we were getting totally knackered while they rested and enjoyed a relaxing ride through the neighborhood.