It's Friday!

I'd kick it off with that god awful Rebecca Black video, except according to Yahoo it's been taken off You Tube (and somewhere Jarret Cooper weeps silently...).

So yesterday's baseball-related post went over like a fart in the wind, which we pretty much expected (special thanks for Chris Ludko for reading), so we're swearing off the temptation to comment on a very exciting Yankees vs. Cubs series at Wrigley this weekend to get back to our usually neurotic observations and mixed metaphors as the sands of time tick by and we slowly die die die...

Pretty excited.  Had my short story "The Exterminator" taken yesterday (and for all you punctuation fans out there, technically until he story is published one shouldn't use the quotations, but I'm feeling so giddy I don't care).  I'm happy for a number of reasons.  One, this is the first new short story I've written (not counting some flash) since Holden was born.  It was accepted by about the fourth place I submitted it to (I had it out to about 20 places).  I submitted it up and down the ladder and snagged a spot somewhere in the middle, Thunderdome, a dark little e-zine, specializing in the the odd and creepier, which works well for this story (about a Bug Man who gets...confused about the line between cockroaches and people in FLA).  More importantly, I feel like it's got me back on the horse (well, me and Jimmy, my writing partner).  And it gave me about eight solid minutes of happiness.  Until the next rejection filters in...

In other exciting news, I shaved.

We are a little pressed for time today, as today is Family Day.  Justine requested one day per week with just the family taking little trips, which is really cute, and something my own father never did with us, so it's a nice tradition, and I am thoroughly grateful I've been blessed with a schedule that allows it.  Justine is a big fan of activities.  I am not, conversely, a big fan of leaving the house.  Which isn't a unique problem between many men and women as this Onion article can attest: http://www.theonion.com/articles/local-girlfriend-always-wants-to-do-stuff,2379/.  Today we're going to some kids' museum with Holden, who has a goofy new kid haircut (which parent is to blame for his looking like

depends on which parent you ask).  But he still looks adorable, if a bit gooberish, and watching him experience new stuff is pretty amazing.  Holden's latest trick is waving.  He waves hello and goodbye at everything.  Dorothy the Dinosaur.  Lucky Dog.  A fork.  This whole world is new to him.  Can you imagine what that would be like?  Like, "Oh, look, there's a shiny thing that rattles!"  Nine months.  Man, I could have an alien looking like Scarlett Johansson and made completely of gold and smelling like fresh strawberries fall out of the sky and land in my lap, and I'd be, like, "Cool.  What's next?"  But Holden, this whole world is exciting.  Like Ol' Spencer, he gets a bang out of everything.

All right.  I gotta feed the little guy.  He's doing that grunting thing like the popsicle video on Justine's Facebook page.