Canth Clroy

I saw the best acceptance speech for an award on the MTV Movie Awards. Christian Bale got up after winning “Best Action Hero” for Batman. He basically said something like this…

 ”I want to thank DC and Warner Brothers for backing this film. I want to thank Bob Kane for creating the coolest superhero in comics (and then he apologized to Brandon Routh who presented the award and of course plays Superman in Superman Returns). I also want to thank Mike Nolan for taking the nipples off the batsuit and restoring dignity to the Dark Knight.”

The last reference was to Batman IV.

I thought it was awesome.

I went on a roller coaster with Canem last Saturday. It was a wooden roller coaster, perhaps the longest in the world, and it made me teeth hurt. I do not plan to go on any more wooden roller coasters for some time.

We have made it a tradition that on the first ride or two we go on at any amusement park, Canso will end up crying. At Disney World the first time we went, the first ride we went on was Snow White’s Adventure and she was terrified. The next time we went to Disney we started off with Stitch’s Great Escape and she was equally if not more terrified. So at the latest amusement park visit, the second ride we went on a was called Mad Mouse and as soon as it started she was crying. Honestly, I was scared too. It felt like the ride was going to fly off the tracks and crash into the parking lot. It was very unfun.

Lately I’ve been having all kinds of things happening that are associated with birds.

On the weekend we were driving to an amusement park, I’m the passenger, and this bird is lazily flying directly into the path of the car. You see this all the time and usually the bird veers off at the last second. Well, not this bird. He just keeps on going and gets smashed by the windshield. Dead bird.

A couple days later I get woken up by a chirping bird that sounds like its in the room. That’s not that interesting, but its part of the bigger scheme.

That morning as I’m walking between office buildings there is this guy sitting on a bench with a big smile on his face. As I walk by him, he says something and I said “excuse me” and he says, “Aren’t birds neat?” (He was a bit off I have to say.)

So that afternoon, a friend of mine calls me because he needs a ride home from the car dealership where he’s getting his car fixed. So then I call him back and get his voice mail. A few minutes later he calls me back and I can hear the wind blowing. So I ask him where he is, and he’s out in some field chasing birds.

So a year or so ago, it was the first day of school and Canem needed a lunch. So I get the lunch bag down from the closet and open it up and inside is her lunch from the last day of school the previous year. Needless to say the sandwich, which was sealed in a ziploc, was a gray dusty color. So then last night she needed a lunch for camp. So I get the bag down and open it up and this cloud of noxious fumes come out. Inside is an approximately 6 month old lunch but the ziploc bag for this sandwich wasn’t closed. Whatever was in the bag was brown and liquidy and it smelled like death. So if you are going to leave your sandwich in your lunchbag for several months, make sure the ziploc bag is closed.