This is just a test.

Hey this is just a test of iPhone TypePad software.

uNboxing the iPhone!

I gots me one of them new found technology toy things called an iPhone 3G and since the newest thing to do on the internets is make unboxing videos (which are very dull and anti-climactic), I decided I'd make one too.

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Enjoy.

Jul 6, 2008

well this is a test of the blackberry software for typepad. good enough.

One is longer, one is shorter.

I didn't realize it until a few months ago, but my right leg is seriously longer than my left. Lila pointed it out to me when she asked why I always stand on one leg.

"You always look like your posing," she said. I never really noticed as posing, I just thought it was cool guy swagger, but I guess it's medical-condition-guy-swagger.

It's really prominent when I'm sitting down on the with a laptop on my legs, there's a huge tilt to the left. It's actually kind of funny on how extreme the slant is.

 

The city, she is my harsh mistress.

My body is wrecked, I feel as I've been switched on some kind of hyper-no-rest mode since mid April. Now, that I'm home, my batteries completely drained. I'm paying. Hard.

With the constant back and forth trips to Los Angeles, various travels to the Valley, excursions to Visalia and one killer journey to San Francisco. I don't think I can handle anything more than waking up and turning up my laptop. My throat itches, my nose is semi-stuffed, I feel as if I'm on the verge of getting sick, and it completely sucks.

I don't have the mental power to actually give a detailed trip report on my S.F. visit, but I will mention some of the highlight;

• Little Star Pizza and all the pizza we ate (Blondies, Zachary's)


• Hitting up the Metreon. 


• Gaying out with Bob and hitting the Cable Cars and Fisherman's Wharf. 


• Having The Fillmore catch on fire and having the Dethklok show cancel (Our whole reason of going.) 


• By way of sheer luck, seeing Doug Benson AND Brian Posehn.  

That's all I have for now, the D.B. and B.P. story is too good not to re-tell so I'll get that up as soon Ias I'm not dying anymore. But, I really do love San Francisco, I didn't think I'd ever fall in love with a city, but I did. I curse my grandfather from moving away from the city when he was young.

I guess that song is true, huh?

"I wish we could get away, drink wine..." QOTSA will know the rest.

"I wish we could get away, drink wine..." QOTSA will know the rest.
Originally uploaded by Michael Batfish

I have to admit, for a seven dollar wine, it's pretty damn good. Probably my favorite of the year.

The Sleeping Patterns of a Father.

One of the things I've found out in fatherhood -- and parenthood for that matter -- you don't get much choice in what you do.

If you make plans or have task to accomplish, either your child or your body will tell you something way different. Like way out of left field different.

Let me give you an example:

12:30 A.M. -- Mom Status: Up. Dad Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and running in circles.

LILA: Mike, let's put the baby to sleep and we'll watch those episodes of Dexter we've been trying to watch.

ME: Great idea. Maybe I can play some COD4 or read that Final Cut Pro book.

Putting the baby to sleep usually consists of laying down with her until she gets comfortable and gradually falls asleep.

12:35 A.M. -- Mommy Status: Up. Daddy Status: Up. Baby Status: Up and jumping on the bed.

LILA: I'm getting hungry too, I'll make some Bertolli and we can watch Dexter

ME: Yeah, that sounds good as long as it's not the horrible spinach one. I guess after Dexter I'll play COD4.

12:45 A.M. Mommy Status: Up, but quiet. Daddy Status: Half way to dreamland. Baby Status: Almost there.

LILA: ...

ME:...

1:24 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

1:47 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: K.O. Baby Status: K.O.

2:16 A.M Mommy Status: K.O. Daddy Status: Up and confused Baby Status: K.O.

At this point I still had my shoes on and I usually find it hard to get comfortable when I have my shoes on. So I tried quietly as humanly possible to pull the velcro straps on my shoes, but as any kid in who grew up in the 80's knows, it's impossible to do. I managed to get my shoes off and get back in to bed without waking the baby and knew that my day had ended, COD4 would have to wait another day, Dexter would have to kill some other time, such is the way of baby and parents.

When I was awake at 2:16 A.M. trying to turn off the lights that had been left on, making sure the doors were locked, I actually contemplated staying up and either watch some idiot box or play XBox (hehe), but I totally decided against that idea when I couldn't tell the difference between a bottle of Water and a bottle of Bar-B-Que sauce.

Let me tell you BBQ sauce at 2:19 A.M. isn't the nicest thing in the world.