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See the official Lord of the Rings Web site for more details, but we have the regular DVD (and—ugh—VHS) release on August 26, an extended edition on November 18, and, of course, we’re counting down to The Return of the King in theatres on December 17.
Woo-hoo!
Most children are fascinated with dinosaurs, and our boys are no exception. However, when David was three years old, he kept having recurring nightmares, from which he would awake screaming and generally require staying in bed with us, about dinosaurs.
To complicate matters, he kept begging to watch Jurassic Park, having seen the dinosaur pictured on the DVD case. Of course, given his nightmares (and having some negative leanings toward showing somewhat-violent programming to small children), we did not grant his request.
But the nightmares continued for weeks. Finally, I reasoned, he was already having nightmares about the dinosaurs, what harm could there be in letting him watch Jurassic Park? As I recall, we did skip over the scene where the T-Rex attacks the jeep with the kids in it.
After watching the film (actually, after watching all three JP films), his nightmares went away. Go figure.
Isaac turned 8 today. It seems like so little time ago he was born at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, delivered 2 months early and at just under three pounds (due to Nichelle developing preeclampsia), after I made the still-talked-about mistake of having her read Ray Bradbury’s short story, “The Small Assasin.†I thought she would find it ironic, given the situation. Wrong!
The BLOG has gotten a bit older, too. I’ve added a navigation structure (10 entries per page, now), and the masthead.
I once got a parking ticket when the fuel pump died on a car I was using; I managed to coast off I-93 at the Government Center exit, and park behind the first legal parking space on the right. This was way before everyone’s dog had his own cell phone, and I had to leave the car to make phone calls, so I left a note on the dash. I thought about leaving the keys in the car so the traffic officer could verify that it really was a breakdown, but then someone would probably have taken the keys or locked them in the car. Obviously, when I got back to the car, it had been ticketed. Next time I’ll just cause a massive traffic jam.
As we reflected on the day we set aside to celebrate the Resurrection, Nichelle asked David (age 4) what he had learned in Sunday school. He talked about Jesus being buried described the tomb, and said, “Then Jesus used His ‘rise up power.’”
I don’t think I’ve ever heard an adult explain it better.
[book]I started and finished reading Michael Crichton’s Prey this weekend, which will give you some idea of how good it was. It was not as scary as Richard Preston’s The Demon in the Freezer: A True Story, but it was not really meant to be. Overall, the story was well-paced and engrossing, but not quite as good as my favorite recent Crichton, Timeline.
For those of you who missed them, here are links to the amusing, and geeky, not-really-for-sale pages from ThinkGeek.com:
Enjoy, and let me know what your favorite item(s) are.
It’s a sad day for us, albeit for a good reason. Eric and Juana Quinlan, along with their sons James and John, are moving today to Georgia, to enroll in college for deaf ministries. Their goal is to work with ministries for the deaf in and around Santo Domingo, in the Dominican Republic.
Eric has been my closest friend since early high school, and our families are very close.
I was actually somewhat responsible for Eric meeting Juana, way back when she was Juana Evangelista del Corazón de Jesus Gonzalez Guerrero, but I will save that story for later.
We will miss them greatly.
From the Dogbert’s New Ruling Class newsletter:
A co-worker was lamenting the fact that she got a speeding ticket on her way to and from traffic court. She concluded with, “I’ve had such a run of bad luck.”