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Christmas came early for the Gonzalez kids this weekend as family and friends came through with toys o’plenty. So much so, I had to do some pruning of their existing stash lest they overrun anymore of the apartment. Annoying noise-making toys and a bagful of stuffed animals were the primary victims of the purge. Only

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Late-Friday Randomness… Assuming this cold we’re all fighting doesn’t ruin things, tomorrow’s birthday party for the kids should be fun. We’re expecting 12 kids altogether, the most by far to be in our place at one time. Never mind the 20 or so adults accompanying them! Isaac was sick as a dog for his first

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It’s one thing to believe Kerry is the right choice for President, but it’s a whole ‘nother ballgame to see him as the lesser of two evils and vote for him anyway. Back in 2000, I recognized Bush for the hand puppet that he was/is and was adamantly against the idea that Gore was the

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It’s distractions like this that led to a knucklehead like John Kerry getting the Democratic nod to face-off against Bush in what should by all rights be a turkey shoot of an election. Assuming turkey shoot means the same thing as shooting fish in a barrel, of course. I couldn’t care less if Bush was

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Pumpkin Seeds: Same Old Song Edition

1. If circumstance dictates action, then overindulging on video games and fantasy sports is the married man’s equivalent of late nights and loose women. 2. I’m George Bailey-tired but there’s no Mr. Potter to tempt me, no Uncle Billy to screw me, and no Bedford Falls to reassure me. 3. There’s millions of stories about

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Pumpkin Seeds: Nouns I Don’t Get Edition

1. Gwyneth Paltrow. Dime a dozen white girl with zero personality and limited acting ability. 2. Neil Gaiman. Just another imaginative writer lacking in fundamental skills. Much ado about nothing. 3. Beyoncé. Destiny’s Child had one good song – Independent Women – before she went solo, and her own album is a testament to the

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The Forgotten is nothing like The Sixth Sense and to suggest otherwise is reductionism at it’s worst. If anything, the most appropriate [reductionist] synopysis, and quite possibly the studio pitch, would be to say that it’s like Ransom crossed with the X-Files, with a strong female lead. Of course, that probably wouldn’t sell very many

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Happy 2nd Birthday, India! 🙂

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Maureen O’Keefe Aptowicz: Mother

Some of the best political commentary online, from an admitted conservative no less, is coming from one Maureen O’Keefe Aptowicz’s zeitgeist column at aptowicz.com. Funny, honest and intelligent, she skewers Kerry with the best of them but generally offers equal-time in her critiques, able to admit that her guy isn’t exactly the brightest bulb in

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Bush vs. Kerry: 45 minutes into the debate…Bush is winning. Kerry’s trying to appeal to logic while Bush is focused on emotion. If this were boxing, Kerry is the technically-proficient pugilist with a steady jab, who writes essays on the sweet science for the New Yorker. Bush is the street brawler who can barely spell

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