these kids are either eating or drinking or peeing or sleeping
they really get it about vacationing.
earlier you saw a portrait of the young boy when he had woken from sleep. this is an example of him when hes getting pretty sleepy.
notice that hes a tad more talkative, but quite possessive of his "whoopie". so much so that if you hold it hostage you can get anything from him that you want. note to self, dont let little kids become CIA agents.
also of note, the sad torture his parents are invoking on him by making him a cub fan. im not sure that even during his lifetime he will see the cubs win the world series, but heartbreak is part of life and its good that hes learning this early.
sometimes the boy wakes up from his nap and hes not feeling all that. sometimes he wont want to be picked up or held. sometimes he doesnt wanna go in the pool or hot tub.
sometimes he wont wanna eat or drink or even play wii.
you can look at him and see he doesnt wanna be social but hes pretty adorable so you might wanna mess with him a little.
wanna go for a drive, tyler?
no.
wanna fly a plane, my man?
no.
wanna trade arms for hostages, yo?
no.
whats the opposite of yes?
no.
if nancy reagan wants to sell you some ecstasy what should you say?
no.
if nancy reagan has a really great price if you buy ten, and you know her stuff is pharmasutical grade, what should you say?
no.
what should the cubs have said to ryan dempsters agent when he asked $52 million to resign his client?
no.
was it right for the dems to pretend that everything was totally chill with senator lieberman after he sold out his party and aligned with mccain palin?
no.
will you be buying the new beyonce record?
no.
what about artie langes new book "too fat to fish"
no.
wait what? you got something against the baby gorilla?
no.
then why not support the man? hate reading suddenly?
no.
when you wanna rent a car and the dude pressures you into getting that insurance whaddya say?
no.
been watching that paris hilton tv show where she picks her new bff?
no.
wanna set up your bowling pins and play for like 47 hours straight?
the thing about florida is it pretends to be california and it comes close, what with the warm weather and the celebs, and the palm trees and the latin americans. but its not california. thus it's merely a place to visit, not a place to rock.
right now chloe sevigne and paris hilton and lindsay and sam and kim kardasian are all here romping around the beaches of miami. they are doing this because southern california are on fire and because im here and they wanna sneak into my holiday bungalow of love.
sorry charlies, im here with my family that i hardly ever see other than in the winter months. to the right is my lovely neice with one of the clam shells she purloined from the beach. she refused last night to put it back into her shell bucket while she ate her pizza. its vacation so why not.
she likes to wake me up early in the morning with a graceless knock on my door and a wake up uncle tony!
biggest house on the block and yet my bedroom door and bathroom is the center of attention. dont they know that theres a giant pool in the back? dont they know the hot tub finally got fixed. play some wii! eat some of the mountains of food we have.
but no, uncle tony is the star attraction for some reason.
heres what uncle tony has on tap today. work work and more work. then ive gotta return the chrysler rolls royce rip off rentacar. then ive gotta get some chinese food for the family. then ive gotta get some more doritos at the market because im blazing through the sole bag like a stoner at a midnight movie.
i'll have you know that there are no illegal substances here other than powdered donuts, for the record. and i have stayed far away from them.
this morning i ate wheat toast and sprayed some butter on it.
and im eating peanuts. and drinking orange juice.
and enjoying msnbc which has a countdown bug that tells everyone that president elect obama will be the next president in 63 days.
breaking news: the nephew is running past to urinate in my bathroom.
maybe i should take some more video of all this nonsense.
strangely it doesnt appear that you like playboy playmates being asked about superpowers
so here's the exact opposite of that - your boy rivers cuomo in a box in his pajamas with a bunch of puppets singing a song that he never put on a weezer album.
hey remember when i went to the playboy mansion and interviewed all the playmates
some of the video just got edited and placed on the Hero Complex blog because i asked them the pressing question "what superpower would you love to have?"
whats funny is i really love my niece and nephew a lot. but whenever they leave the house im all, omg this peace and quiet is heavenly. which is really weird because when im home i have the tv and the stereo on. i have the computer on. i have all these sounds coming at me.
when im at work i complain that the newsroom is too quiet. i ask people if we should have music playing. i wonder how anyone can work in near silence.
but two little kids, one who doesnt even talk that much, nearly makes me insane. everyone has left for the beach: my mom, sister, brother in law, two kids, foreign exchange italian au pair, everyone. but for some reason they left me with the little dog. first of all there shouldnt even be a dog here. with all those people why would you need a dog? secondly the woman who rents out this place clearly said no dogs. thirdly you know what happens when a little dog is left with me? it starts yapping. it looks out of its cage and it says please freedom and love please return to my little fluffy white cuteness.
but it doesnt know english so it just yaps. yap yap yap yap!
im here in virtual paradise. i have a beer chilling in the fridge. i have an indoor/outdoor pool and hottub bubbling with warmth saying tony come here. i have a stereo ready to be cranked. yes i have some work that needs to be returned to. i have no time for a yapping dog. i only have time for controlled substances: sandwiches, beer, cola, chips, bubbles, and howard stern.
this dog has no clue how close it is to being an alligator snack.
speaking of, while driving through florida to this secret locale, i noticed signs warning of "panther crossing". at first i thought it was a joke in regards to some lame college nearby. but after a while i saw more signs with actual panthers. this place be crazy.
sometimes the boy wakes up from his nap and hes not feeling all that. sometimes he wont want to be picked up or held. sometimes he doesnt wanna go in the pool or hot tub.
the thing about florida is it pretends to be california and it comes close, what with the warm weather and the celebs, and the palm trees and the latin americans. but its not california. thus it's merely a place to visit, not a place to rock.
whats funny is i really love my niece and nephew a lot. but whenever they leave the house im all, omg this peace and quiet is heavenly. which is really weird because when im home i have the tv and the stereo on. i have the computer on. i have all these sounds coming at me.