Wayback Machine

Lately I've been obsessed with making a sweet playlist for a yuppie-types party in 1984:

1. "Easy Lover" Phil Collins
2. "You Make My Dreams Come True" Hall & Oates
3. "Uptown Girl" Billy Joel
4. "My Best Friend's Girl" The Cars
5. "I Want to Break Free" Queen
6. "Jump" Van Halen
7. "Sunglasses at Night" Corey Hart
8. "If This Is It" Huey Lewis & The News
9. "Owner of a Lonely Heart" Yes
10. "Africa" Toto
11. "Some Guys Have All the Luck" Rod Stewart
12. "Abracadabra" Steve Miller Band
13. "Rosana" Toto
14. "Hurts so Good" John Cougar

You know. Just in case I get a chance to do any time traveling in my lifetime. Not that this is the specific year that I'd want to visit (though I can realize why it's signifgant to me), but time travel is an untested realm (look what's happning on LOST!). I can't trust that I wouldn't get stuck somewhere sucky like 1984.

Explody

I finally watched Batman last night, the one with Heath Ledger. I know I totally missed the boat back in whatever year I didn't see any movies because when faced with the option to go out for the evening, I was much more drawn to hanging out with friends than seeing dude movies on the big screen. So, the movie? I'm a word: explody. But I liked it. Serious! I kind of was tripping on Maggie Gyllenhaal though. I had to ask Leon why she was the female lead for a movie like that. Do guys dig her? We were both kind of baffled. Don't get me wrong, I'm aall about Maggie, but she goes better in something a little less explody. And because I'm a little obsessed with my age and how un-33 I feel, I was swearing up and down that she was looking a little older than me. I was convinced that I had at least a few years on her. However, after a quick check on Wikipedia, I really only have a few months on her. I'm remembering all those cars I washed in high school so I could buy $7 face moisturizer at Payless and you know what? I'm glad I did it because when I'm 40, someone might mistake me for 35. I'm nearly there anyway. Do you know I found my first two gray hairs this week? Oh, kid. What you do to me...

While we're on my kid, can I impress on you what a BOY he is turning out to be? Some folks say we teach our kids gender but those folks never had a kid like mine. He practically exploded from the womb driving a Mack truck and slinging a gun in each hand. I'm not kidding, check this picture out. Anyway, as soon as Ira could put together sentences, he was talking about shooting lightning, crashing cars, robots with laser beams, dragons breathing fire and big giant guns, guns, guns. I don't know where he got it. They certainly never showed stuff like that on yo Gabba Gabba. Leon says, "that's my kind of kid." However, I find the whole thing a little aggro. As the only female human in the house with Leon and mini-Leon, I'm starting to get a real sense for what the next 15 years holds for me: lots of feigned excitement and interest in some very explody things. I'm not saying that we need to add a girl to our family (please, please no more kids), but um, I'm going to need to balance this out somehow. Heylove, do you need a pedicure?! All that said, you have to believe me when I say that I love my boys and I wouldn't change a thing.

Authentic Mexican?

Authentic Mexican?
Originally uploaded by riblet.

I filled out my Census form! It wasnt as tedious as I thought it would be, but whenever I have to fill out some kind of government form which asks me to disclose my ethnicity or race, I always get so confused. A lot of forms ask first if you are either Latino/Hispanic or not Latino/Hispanic. I'm Mexican-American and so I check that box. But then when it asks you to fill in race, most forms only give you four choices: White, Black, Asian or Native American. That's a tough question. It nearly PARALYZES me with indecision. What to do? Focus! Don't freak out. While I don't identify as White, I have to check the box. Something in between like "Brown" would do just fine. Just a suggestion.

Flash forward

Flash forward
Originally uploaded by riblet.

LOMG! That means: Lost OMG! I can't wait until next week's show. It's finally getting really, really good, but I'm so afraid that I'll be left with so many more questions at the end. Does anyone else think that crazy Claire has sort of an orange glow? Is that part of her "sickness?" Or is that a bad trip to the tanning booths?

Check out this flash forward of Ira. Here's what he'll look like in about 60 years, should you run into him at Rite-Aid, shopping for soluble fiber supplements and mommy's prescriptions.