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NaBloPoMo 2010 Day 28 — RIP Leslie Nielsen

Growing up in the ’70s, there are certain comedy classics that are a part of my DNA. That is, quotes from a handful of iconic comedies are indelibly fixed in my head. One of those quotes is “… and don’t call me Shirley” whenever I hear someone say something like “Surely, that isn’t how it happened” or “Surely, you can’t be serious,” I can’t help but think:

I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.

That quote is one of many legendary lines uttered by Leslie Nielsen in the movie Airplane! — one of those classic comedies from my childhood.
Nielsen died today.
And it’s not that I admired the man or thought he stood for some cause that I support. It’s just that his comedic roles made me laugh, and they remind me of my childhood. As I age, more and more people that “I grew up with” have taken their last breaths. It makes me pause.
The thing about Nielsen that I’ve always found humorous is the straight, deadpan way he delivered his hilarious lines. I like Stephen Colbert (his politics aside) for the same reason. Colbert owes a debt to Nielsen. Zach Galifianakis does too.
Many know Nielsen for his role as Frank Drebin in the Naked Gun series of movies. But that character was first in a short-lived TV series in the early ’80s called Police Squad!
Here’s a clip from one of those episodes. RIP Mr. Nielsen.

NaBloPoMo 2010 Day 24 — Thanksgiving Preparations

I’m working on my oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies tonight. The first batch is in the oven as I start this post. So far so good. Here’s what they look like in the bowl:
Here’s what they look like cooling on the cookie rack. (Yes, I have a cookie rack for cooling my cookies. Shut up.)
Based on the required precautionary taste test, I think this batch will be well-accepted tomorrow at my parents’ house.
Jen is a fan of oatmeal raisin cookies, but she hasn’t asked me, until tonight, to set aside a portion of the cookie mix to add some raisins to. Done. We’ll see how they turn out.
I enjoy Thanksgiving a lot. The football games. The food and drink. The time shared with family and friends. I’ll probably have a list of things for which I am thankful tomorrow.
It would be funny (or odd) if Thanksgiving came with a tradition like this one: Slapsgiving!

And Slapsgiving II – The Revenge

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Happy Birthday K-Man!!

Today was K-Man’s 3rd birthday. Three years ago on the 26th, we got an email about Keegan. An email. A freakin‘ email, people. When does someone learn about such a life-changing thing in an email. Anyway, today was three years on this planet for Keegan. This planet will never be the same.

Jen started a nice tradition last year of a birthday breakfast. We did that again this morning. Kee is very fond of biscuits, so Jen cooked some Pillsbury Grands in the oven for his special day. He loved it. We didn’t have any candles, so we used some long matches instead. Three of them planted in a Grand. Pure celebration!

The last three years with Keegan have been beyond life-changing. I thought that I could love him like I do, but it feels different than I thought it would. When he engages me, I see and hear nothing else. Nothing penetrates my hard outer shell like that boy’s voice.

Here’s a snippet of a recent bed-time “conversation” with mom. We’ve gotten into a decent routine of reading books and praying and “kisses all together” (which is Jen and I kissing him on each cheek at the same time. The kid comes unglued with glee. Love unfettered.)

(Jen was reading a new book of Five Minute Devotionals that Kerri Barfield recommended. The story involved a penguin and patience.)

Jen: See the penguin there?

K-Man: It’s Koko.

It looks like Koko, but it’s not Koko.

I want to watch Koko.

No, we can’t watch Koko now. Maybe later. See, the penguin is sitting on the egg.

He’s poopin‘.

No, he’s sitting on the egg, like when we have breakfast.

I want egg. I’m hungry.

No, you’re not hungry. You can eat tomorrow.

The moral of this story is that stories with morals don’t really register with three-year-olds.

But dang, that boy is hilarious.

In case you don’t happen to know the story about how we were blessed with Keegan, you can read the two-part story here:

Part one

Part two


R.I.P. Paul Benedict

Before he was Bentley on The Jeffersons, Paul Benedict was the Mad Painter on Sesame Street.

This is one of my favorite Mad Painter shorts that I remember growing up as a kid.

R.I.P. Paul Benedict


Not a morning person?

It’s Monday, so I decided we needed more humor. I like getting into the office early, but not because I am a morning person necessarily. Don’t judge me because I think this is funny. There’s plenty of other stuff you can judge me for.


Blogger ubiquity?

More Monday humor:


21st Century Tribes

I thought Monday should start with a little humor.