My daughter - due on March 8th - will be named for two of science fiction's most awesome women, Zira and Nova from The Planet of the Apes.

My wife recounts the story of discovering this excellent name thusly: "It was during one of the Fox Movie Channel's many 'Weekend(s) of Apes,' sometime in November a couple years ago. We tossed around names just for fun, still really undecided about whether we'd ever have kids at all. Zira Nova was one of the best, and we held onto it just in case."

I remember it different: "We realized this was happening, after many months of waffling back and forth about whether to have kids or not, the choice was made for us (we got pregnant even though we were on the pill, we found out later) and we rolled with it. As I perused the extensive dvd selection, tossing out names willy-nilly, I struck on Zira Nova. I had a strong feeling it would be a girl, too."

Smug bastard, wasn't I?

Now we're in the home stretch to zero hour. We'll know more after this week's doctor appointment (at which the doc and I may try once again to suggest to my wife she should at least consider drugs if the pain is extreme). I'll try and update again before then, and as soon as I can once the little bun is out of the oven...

Be seeing you!

The following being a rebuttal to Ms. Megan Fox's comments about not wanting to portray Wonder Woman.
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Megan Fox, whom many males find to be the epitome of the female form, and whom many fanboys had hoped would fill in the bountiful bustiere Linda Carter bent beautifully out of shape as Wonder Woman, doesn't want the role.

In fact, Ms. Fox thinks the amazonian superhero is "lame."

Here's the text, from MSN's Wonderwall:

Quote:

To the disappointment of hot and bothered fanboys the world over, Megan Fox won't be slipping into Wonder Woman's cleavage-showcasing bustier and full-coverage briefs anytime soon. "Wonder Woman is a lame superhero," the brunette bombshell opines to London's Sunday Times. "She flies around in her invisible jet and her weaponry is a lasso that makes you tell the truth. I just don't get it. Somebody has a big challenge on their hands whoever takes that role, but I don't want to do it." Not that Fox is worried about being typecast as a hottie, unlike some of her pulchritudinous peers. "Hollywood is the most superficial thing you could possibly be a part of," she points out. "And if I weren't attractive I wouldn't be working at all . . . If I show up and give any sort of performance at all, even a mediocre one, everyone will walk away going, 'Holy s---! Megan did a great job in that movie!' So I'm an overachiever just by default because of the category I've been put in."

Hm. Lame?

Happily, this clears up several topics for me. I had thought that maybe one day I might see the Transformers movie. Megan Fox is in it? Oh, no need, then. The movie already looked shallow enough when I didn't know she had a role.

The male reaction to Ms. Fox baffles me. Where are the curves? Have the youth of today become so obsessed with flat screen t.v.s that they're demanding their women take a similar shape? I'm a curvy woman-liking man, and Wonder Woman, dammit, has curves, so Megan was never a contender. A more full-figured woman (Linda Carter, why didn't you accept the invitation to be cloned?!), yes. Megan Fox, a FLAT no.

Now that Megan has revealed herself to be have a full-fledged bitchtastic mouth (an overachiever? By "giving any sort of performance"? What, she's doing porn now, or dinner theater?) , I can put her aside completely.

That is, until she eats her words when DC shows her the amount they'll pay for her to take up the lasso.

Come back, Linda!

Cuteness and comedy come from the most unlikely places.

Halls Bee.

Red House Furniture.

I love that jingle!

"It's full of (words)..."

Pardon my sloth in catching up to this obvious realization, but there are more places than ever available to fill with words both useful and profane.

MySpace can be blogged upon, though I stopped doing so when I realized I was having enough trouble keeping a decent content flow here, and I didn't want to just copy links. Now I prefer to use my MySpace page to post videos. Odd? Sure, I guess. I tend to ignore YouTube, mostly. Mostly.

Facebook's bland aesthetic, for some reason, is capturing more hearts, minds, and fingers each day, though it seems to have problems every other month. After the last terms of use change, I took all personal photos from the page, as Truthseeker013 did, but I keep the page. The majority of people I know, or knew, or am likely to know someday will probably use the pablum page for communication, though I find negotiating its streaming green letters barely tolerable.

And now there's Twitter. And I plunged into it for two simple reasons: Christopher Walken, and I'm a sheep. Well, Barry Eisler, too, and I'm occasionally a sheep. But now it turns out CWalken isn't that Christopher Walken after all. If one of the main reasons I visited the site was to enjoy whatever posts he might throw down--each more entertaining than the sum of the posts of other celebrities I "followed" (that should have been GIANT HINT NUMBER ONE he was fake), why should I bother to keep yet another social networking site in my stable of favorites? Even though I'm sure Barry Eisler is the real Barry Eisler, I have no use for twitting.

From this one.

I totally dig the music.