For Jess

One more Family Guy clip - this reminded me of you, Jess!

K, I really need to finish the episode and go to bed.

Stewie is the best

I'm watching this week's episode of Family Guy online.
For the first time.
And I paused it just so I could post this clip.

There's a classic Stewie scene in the episode and I was sure that I could find it on YouTube.

I was right.

So I paused the episode, not because I was distracted or found something better to do, but because I instantly loved the scene and wanted to share it.
It is Stewie at his best: sarcastic, patronizing, and sardonic.

This is the reason why Stewie is the best Family Guy character.

Enjoy. (Btw, the other character is supposed to be Colin Farrell)

Now I've got to get back to the episode.

Incidentally, this is the reason why I only sleep about 5 hours/night during the week. By "this," I don't necessarily mean Family Guy. Any one of a number of distractions can hold my attention before 1 am. After 1 am, I start feeling guilty for not being in bed and it has to be fairly captivating to hold my attention. Not extremely captivating, just fairly. Or on live TV (rather than DVD or internet), and consequently, not necessarily accessible when I want it to be.
My alarm goes off at 6:00.

Therefore, as it is now 12:45, I shall bid you adieu and get back to the episode.

Genius

Apparently, NBC created this music video back in February. How is it possible that I've only just discovered it? Am I the only one?

Indications that your child may be ready for a pet

She ties a string around a bottle of water and takes it for walks.

Kids are hilarious

Anyone who has spent much time with kids, knows that they are good for a laugh. That's the real reason that I like to keep them around.

In talking to Jill (a 7-yr-old) yesterday, I made a crack about New Jersey not really being any better than Old Jersey. Of course, she didn't get it. But because I spend so much time by myself or with little kids, half the time I make jokes purely for my own amusement (sad, but true), so that was okay. Somehow, my witty pun (or pathetic attempt at a joke, depending on one's perspective) turned into a discussion about where we (as in, "we Americans") first came from.

"Well, we came from England," I said.

Jill looked at me incredulously, "We did?"

"Yes," I responded. "Well, you didn't," I quickly added, "you came from Italy and Ireland."*

"I did?" Jill stared at me, wide-eyed.

"Well, not you, really. You've lived here your whole life," I corrected. "Your ancestors did."

Scowling, Jill replied, "No! My aunts, not my aunt-cestors!"

Laughing, I looked up and noticed that Jill was deep in thought. Turning to me, she repeated, "My aunts! What? Did you think they were like aunt-sisters?"


*The kids often talk about their two great-aunts - they're very close to them. While the kids are probably mostly Italian, I've been told on more than a few occasions about one of their great-aunts, who is half-Italian, half-Irish.