Girl Detective

I really enjoyed when Guppy was about 6 months old. He smiled but did not yet have teeth, was not yet eating solid foods, and he stayed where I put him. He was soft, round, and very good natured. Over the past year+, he’s gotten fourteen teeth, learned to stand, crawl and walk, and eat like a champ. He also has learned to love many of the same things as his big brother, 4yo Drake, which meant a steep increase in sibling rivalry and fights.

Now, as he hits the 20 month mark, I again notice he’s at a particularly charming age. He’s walking and talking. He loves to smile and wave. He likes to play, and he continues to be soft, round, and very good natured, at least when he doesn’t have a tooth coming in.

I heard once that kids tend to be more easy on the half year than they are near their birthdays. I’m certainly appreciating Guppy’s half years, but since he’s 2 1/2 years younger than Drake, it means that one boy will always be going into a challenging period as one is leaving it. I’ll try to notice how things are with both boys as we manage the next six months.

My friend The Hoff complimented me on my watch today.
I told her it was actually my husband G. Grod’s, and said we were fans of the Nixon watches, and have another apiece, his and hers. Nixon isn’t a common brand. It’s sold mostly in skate and specialty stores. G. and I have often gone Nixon watch shopping on a date; we’ll have dinner and ice cream at Crema Cafe, then head down the stree to Lava Lounge, which carries a good selection of Nixons.

Nixons are well constructed, and have a price tag to match. I was surprised on my last trip to Target to discover a wide selection of men’s fashion watches by Timex and Mossimo. The styles were good, and the prices reasonable, most between $20 and $40.

I had the strangest playdate this morning. My friend The Hoff came over with her son A, who is Drake’s age, and her small infant. 20mo Guppy was at the babysitter’s today. Drake and A played mostly well and on their own, then took off to the basement to watch My Neighbor Totoro and SportsCenter (tough loss for the Bills last night, apparently; ouch!) The baby slept. The Hoff and I had time to sit, drink coffee, and talk.

The boys had fun, we had adult conversation, and the baby had a nap. It was lovely.

For a long weekend, I want to pack light and not check bags, but I don’t want to wear the same things. I want to look nice when I go out, but want to be comfortable walking around. Here’s a theoretical mix-n-match shopping list (for the store or from your closet), all from Target for us budget babes:

Walking shoes: Dress boots:
Skirt: Pant:
Midrise Dark Wash Jean:
Blouse:
Sweater:
Long-sleeve T-shirt:
Fitted Blazer:
Trench Coat:

And to round things out, the basics:

Opaque tights
Bras: two
Socks: three
Underwear: three
Slip

Coming Soon (I hope): Toiletries, and how to follow the TSA guidelines!

#66 in my 2007 movie challenge was Todd Fields’s Little Children, based on the novel by Tom Perotta. This was a dark, well-done film.

Kate Winslet plays a bored stay-at-home mom who falls into an affair with a handsome SAH dad. The suburban and domestic frustrations are squirmingly well depicted. Though I generally dislike voiceover, I thought it worked well here. Jackie Earle Haley was devastating as a convicted pedophile who’s been released from jail. He’s a complex character that could easily have been written or acted too simplistically. There is uneasy tension throughout the movie, especially in regard to the well being of children. I found it interesting that in the end, no children were harmed, though the adults were pretty banged up both physically and emotionally.

I really empathized with a lot of Kate Winslet’s messy-mom tendencies, like not having a healthy snack packed. I also recognized the social tension from the playground moms. A few things didn’t ring true, though. One, all the moms who had 3 to 4 year olds would usually have another child or be pregnant, at least in our neighborhood. Two, I don’t know any mom who can manage to sit on a bench and read a book while her kid plays; I only wish it were that easy to make time to read. And three, Kate Winslet is not believable as a mousy character, even compared to Jennifer Connelly.

These are tiny quibbles, though. The film is quiet but powerful, and has some brute honesty about marriage, children, and societal expectations.

There were some disappointments in the second week of the new fall television season. How I Met Your Mother ’s funniest moments were jokes about New Jersey, which is too easy a target. Heroes has too many bad story lines to maintain momentum for any good ones. Bionic Woman had stilted dialogue and dreadfully trite storylines for Jaime, both on the job and with her sister. Even the scenes with Katee Sackhoff were dull, though “I was hacked” is an intriguing plot thread. I am probably going to give this show one more episode. And Top Chef irked me with its gimmicky, worthless live bits.

I didn’t have time to watch Bones, Reaper, Life, or Dirty Sexy Money, but I’m afraid to risk the time on them. Maureen Ryan didn’t like Reaper, so I’ll probably skip it. Any other advice?

High points were the bittersweet premier of Aliens in America, House and his new crew, Dale’s comeback and near win on Top Chef, the return of 30 Rock with Alec Baldwin’s new reality show, and Creed’s new hair and jargon at the Office.

#44 in my 2007 book challenge was Confessions of a Blabbermouth from the DC Minx line of graphic novels. It’s written by Mike Carey and his 15yo daughter Louise, and illustrated by Aaron Alexovich.

Tasha Flanagan is a mildly rebellious teen blogger. Her mother starts to date a guy Tasha doesn’t like, and he has a daughter that she both likes and hates. Things get tense on a group vacation. Though dark things are hinted at, the reality is much more palatable. Tasha is funny and likeable. The art is manga-influenced, and suits the frenetic pace and mood of the book. Overall, though, this reads more like a book for pre-teens than a book for older teens and adults. It’s enjoyable and clever, but there’s not much depth.

I really liked the final episode, but I really hated the live intermissions. Yes, it was nice that the contestants got to have family and friends there, but still. Waiting this long seems cruel to them, and gimmicky to me. Bravo, do not condescend to me.

Loved the celebrity sous-chefs. Todd English looks even more suspiciously even-featured than Rocco DiSprito, though Rocco looked awfully cute, I thought. Wished they’d brought back Tre and Lia; best of luck to you two. You went before your time, I thought. All the eliminated chefs seemed to do a good job of backing up their Exec. I felt very bad for Casey. The editors highlighted her trouble with the altitude, showing her gasping a few times. And the fact that the only dish they liked of hers was actually executed by Howie had to be a tough blow. But that emphasizes what was so exciting about both the series and the finale–as in any creative endeavor, a combination of inspiration and good fortune can trump technical skill.

I think Hung deserved to win. Two excellent dishes and two good ones is an impressive feat. And while the judges belittled his molten chocolate cake, he was the only contestant this season to be able to pull off a better-than-OK dessert.

I was thrilled by Dale’s strong finish, and hope he’s not out of the chef business much longer.

Yesterday and today have been nigh-perfect weather: 70’s, sunny, low humidity, and few clouds. Here were a few songs that popped into my mental playlist out walking:

Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce
Good Day, Sunshine-The Beatles
Pig Island-Scott Bakula (From Philadelphia Chickens, and because Drake always mentions it when there’s a “very blue sky”)
The Sesame Street theme song (”Sunny Days….”)
Walkin’ on Sunshine-Katrina and the Waves (played to death, I know, but I love it still.)

Nine years ago today, G. Grod and I stumbled blearily across Market Street in Philly to get our first cups of coffee as a married couple. There we found my sisters Ruthie and Sydney, and Syd’s best friend Buffy and her husband Ace. It was a wonderful impromptu morning-after celebration. Thanks for being there, everyone, especially you, G.

When Bill Clinton guested on The Daily Show the other week, he said he thought a lot of the DC political irritability is due to lack of sleep.

Since having one kid, and more so after having a second, I have become a sleep believer. Before, I never napped. I didn’t think I could. Since becoming a parent I’ve learned otherwise. I didn’t or wouldn’t nap because I was anxious and felt I should be doing something else. Now I know that there are few things that “should” be done ahead of sleep. There’s a reason it’s on the base of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, along with eating, drinking, and breathing.

Merlin at 43 Folders shows some love for the nap, too. I’d never heard of dropping the spoon, but I’ve always thought drool is the best proof of nap.

43 Folders has some great ideas on email-box management called Inbox Zero that I need to start now. But then, I’ve said that before, way back when I only had 580 emails in my inboxes. Now I’ve got over 700. Sigh.

#43 in my 2007 book challenge was Re-Gifters from the DC Minx line of graphic novels. Of the ones I’ve read thus far, this is far and away my favorite. Dixie is a Korean-American in LA, who juggles a crush on a fellow Hapkido classmate with school, home, and neighborhood troubles. There’s some good stuff in here about race and socio-economics, and some complex characters. The art is both distinctive and accessible. The book eschews Formula A of YA, which is that the cute popular guy finally comes to recognize the wonder that is the main character. (See Cinderella, Pride and Prejudice, Sixteen Candles, etc.) Instead it goes with Formula B, which is when the heroine realizes that the cute guy is not worthy of her affections, and instead transfers them to the geekier/badder boy who has been inexplicably nice to her. (See Emma, Clueless, Revenge of the Nerds, etc.)

While it is formula, the details are good enough for me to recommend this. I find the Minx line a bit curious, though. I think it’s intended for teens, yet the stories read really “young” to me, more like middle-grade books, especially in their near-total avoidance of sexuality. I did find it interesting that the bad boy in this book was nicknamed “Dillinger” for an unspecified reason, though.

Season 4 of Top Chef has begun to film in Chicago. (Link thanks to The Watcher)

Note to NBC: longer isn’t better, even with something I love, like The Office. It’s just two episodes smashed together, and ones I would rather see a week apart than endure re-runs sooner than I have to. There were many laugh-out-loud moments about a car accident that made me feel both entertained at the show and horrified at myself for laughing. This was combined with the Office’s usual moments that induce horrified gasps, like a “dangling participle”, and cat-clawed frozen-french-fry bags. No matter. It was still very funny, and has more than earned its Season Pass on my Tivo.

As the new season approached, I was feeling indifferent about My Name is Earl, which I’ve always found just entertaining enough to keep watching. It’s best moments almost always come from new Emmy winner Jaime Pressly as Earl’s brash ‘n’ trashy ex. So I put Earl on trial last week during its dragging hour-long season premiere. I didn’t laugh once. Sure, there was a decent jab at Lutherans, and “You’re like an albacore around my neck” was pretty good, but it wasn’t enough for me to keep watching this season. So long, Earl.

My husband G. Grod and I both recognized the name Kay Lenz on the list of House guest stars last week, but for different reasons.

To me, she was David Cassidy’s ex-wife, and thus the target of my pre-teen jealousy. To G, she was the woman with lots of guest appearances and bad movies in the 80’s. In any case, on House last week she looked like a plastic surgery train wreck. After looking up her bio at both IMDB and Wikipedia, I found we both should have known her as the voice of American Maid from The Tick cartoon.

Incorrectly, I thought she was the actress who played Annette Funicello’s ventriloquist dummy in “Mary Ann and Miss Sophisticate“, who Mr. Rourke brought to life on a 1980 ep of Fantasy Island that I remember for its disturbing-to-me-at-the-time combination of sex and violence. But no, the live dummy was played by Maren Jensen, who also played Athena on the original Battlestar Galactica, and had a feature in a Tiger Beat “Girls Rule!” spread.

The other fantasy on that FI ep was “Jungle Man,” starring Dennis Cole, the soon-to-be ex of Jaclyn Smith (Charlie’s Angel Kelly Garrett) at the time. He decided to stay in the fictional universe of his jungle man.

Jaclyn Smith’s Wikipedia entry details why she was the queen of the mini series, and makes me wonder if want to seek out the TV miniseries version of The Bourne Identity.

Can anyone please explain WHY all this is taking up space in my brain 2+ decades later?

Up, up pile the clothes–
Biking, bed wetting, barfing–
Laundry never ends.

We’ve got a Tivo with dual recorders. That should be enough. Three shows on at the same time shouldn’t inspire gynmastics, but rather prioritization. But the Wednesday 10pmEST/9pmCST time slot is troubling to me. I’m watching Top Chef already, I liked Dirty Sexy Money, but I’d also like to check out Life, about a Zen cop out for revenge. TC ends next week, but Project Runway starts (Yay! Finally, indeed, Tim Gunn) Wednesday November 14, so there’s only a few weeks till the time slot is overfull again.

There’s a lot of critical love for Wednesday nights, (here from Everybody Loves Saturday Night). Maureen Ryan of The Watcher, urges ABC to ditch Big Shots and move DSM to the post-Grey’s Anatomy spot. Entertainment Weekly says Life is likely to be cancelled because of the time slot collision with DSM. Other channels are showing Life at later times, so I still plan to check it out.

Dirty Sexy Money is probably the best reviewed and most promising new show this fall. That’s a heavy mantle to carry; Studio 60 faltered, then fell under it last year. DSM has a deep bench of talented actors (Peter Krause, Jill Clayburgh, Donald Sutherland) and a pilot that defies easy categorization. It’s a drama, but it’s funny. And not just funny, but dark and absurd in the manner of, say, Arrested Development. The pilot was good, but the series has to live up to its hype. Two things bothered me in the pilot. It took far too long for Krause’s ethical lawyer to say “I quit”. And Krause doesn’t seem nearly suspicious enough at the murky facts at the end.

Glowing reviews here from Onion AV Club, Teevee.net, and Entertainment Weekly.

At the end of last season, all of House’s team had been fired or quit. The new season begins, and they’re not back. He’s on his own and desperate for someone to bounce his ideas off of, yet he adamantly resists the pleas of Cuddy and Wilson to hire a new team. In a brilliant move, Wilson kidnaps House’s new electric guitar and sends him ransom notes to try to force House’s hand. Whether it was Wilson’s escalating guitar threats or that House almost killed his patient (several times), there is a team on deck at the end. This is a great twist, and it’ll be interesting to see how long it’ll be till (or if) the old team returns. I was thrilled to read at the Onion AV Club that the next ep is likely to be even better.

As always, the show isn’t shy about drawing parallels between House and Sherlock Holmes–acerbic wit, drug problem, diagnostic skill, and address number. Wilson, kinder but hardly as brilliant as House, fits well into the Holmes role. In an email, M from Mental Multivitamin wondered if others see a Hamlet/Horatio between the two. I think it’s a great comparison. House is borderline mad and alone, while Wilson tries (and so often fails) to influence House through reason and patience. And House leaves both justice, by way of saved patients, and emotional wreckage in his wake.

On a more superficial note, co-stars Jesse Spencer and Jennifer Morrison (Chase and Cameron, respectively) broke their engagement. That return to work will have to be awkward.