Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Isaac Smiles; Too Bad I Can't Get a Picture of It
Isaac has begun smiling at us spontaneously on occasion. For instance, this morning Michael watched the boys for me while I got a few extra minutes rest and then took a shower. By the time I rejoined Isaac, after a twenty, twenty-five minutes absence, he seemed genuinely happy to see me. That sweet toothless grin. And he's finally begun making sweet little baby noises. On the flip side, he's back to making me hold him, or else put him in a moving seat for naps.
Not the best kind of sleep a baby can get.
I've been thinking about the fetishization of the black male and how it relates to some of the media's attitude toward our new president, but I haven't figured out how to blog about it.
Not the best kind of sleep a baby can get.
I've been thinking about the fetishization of the black male and how it relates to some of the media's attitude toward our new president, but I haven't figured out how to blog about it.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I wish he were interested in *Robin Hood*. That's a good one.
I had a thought. What was it?
It's amazing how many Disney cartoons you can fit into one day. I think Parker has had me play Dumbo four times, The Little Mermaid, and now 101 Dalmations, and we've still had time for computer play, a long nap, and lots of laundry folding.
We're letting him get his fill now as he recovers from that surgery.
It's amazing how many Disney cartoons you can fit into one day. I think Parker has had me play Dumbo four times, The Little Mermaid, and now 101 Dalmations, and we've still had time for computer play, a long nap, and lots of laundry folding.
We're letting him get his fill now as he recovers from that surgery.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Don Chaffer Quote
From The Khrusty Brothers: Prologue (a CD Andrew got me for my birthday):
"They say that youth is wasted on the young, but I say if I could have grown a beard sooner, I would have."
They thought it was funny anyway.
"They say that youth is wasted on the young, but I say if I could have grown a beard sooner, I would have."
They thought it was funny anyway.
Parenting Magazines; Ground Beef; Sleep
I read articles in these parenting magazines, and am constantly amazed at how easily some people can be offended. I was telling Michael the other night, I don't understand why moms writing in to these magazines seem to be so offended or irritated by unsolicited advice. I can sort of see it, but here's how I feel about advice. If I think it's good advice, I'll take it. If I think it's bad advice, I'll ignore it. I appreciate it when other people take an interest in my children.
There are certain advantages to being a T on the Meyers Briggs preference evaluation.
On another note, I spent way too much money on ground beef at Sam's Club on Saturday, when, if I watch the sales flyers it is quite possible to get ground beef for just under $2.00 per pound. The problem is, I spent to much, thought I needed it when I really didn't (it was on my grocery list, but probably shouldn't have been), and now I don't want to break it up into freezer bags to freeze. It's more difficult than usual to find the time at this particular moment in my children's development.
The house is a mess too, but I have to remind myself that playing games with Parker is more important than house work, even though the housework is necessary to my own sanity. When Isaac's night time sleep patterns become more consistent this will be less of a problem.
Saturday night he slept eight hours straight. I still only got six and a half contiguous hours in, but it was still a huge improvement. Unfotunately last night I hardly slept at all, besides which Isaac did not repeat Saturday night's performance.
There are certain advantages to being a T on the Meyers Briggs preference evaluation.
On another note, I spent way too much money on ground beef at Sam's Club on Saturday, when, if I watch the sales flyers it is quite possible to get ground beef for just under $2.00 per pound. The problem is, I spent to much, thought I needed it when I really didn't (it was on my grocery list, but probably shouldn't have been), and now I don't want to break it up into freezer bags to freeze. It's more difficult than usual to find the time at this particular moment in my children's development.
The house is a mess too, but I have to remind myself that playing games with Parker is more important than house work, even though the housework is necessary to my own sanity. When Isaac's night time sleep patterns become more consistent this will be less of a problem.
Saturday night he slept eight hours straight. I still only got six and a half contiguous hours in, but it was still a huge improvement. Unfotunately last night I hardly slept at all, besides which Isaac did not repeat Saturday night's performance.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Correction
I think I flubbed one of Parker's lines from the book reading. The book is called Blue's Backyard Mystery, and what Parker reads is, "I have an idea. Let's play the cloud game."
Do you have any idea how cute it is to hear a two year old say, "I have an idea?"
He says some really adorable things that are way too grown up for him.
Do you have any idea how cute it is to hear a two year old say, "I have an idea?"
He says some really adorable things that are way too grown up for him.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Parker Reading
Last night Parker was sitting in the living room reading to himself, a book called Blue's Backyard Mystery. I wish I had a recording. I remember he said,
When Carol made pancakes for us on Saturday Parker tried to sound out the letters on the syrup bottle. Starfall.com and SuperWhy on PBSKids.com have gotten him interested in letter sounds.
Hey, let's play the cloud game. I see a sailboat, said Blue. I see a dinosaur, said Magenta. Hey, the strawberries are gone.It was sweet. We've read the book several times over the course of the week, and he remembered the details enough to look at the pictures and read it to himself.
When Carol made pancakes for us on Saturday Parker tried to sound out the letters on the syrup bottle. Starfall.com and SuperWhy on PBSKids.com have gotten him interested in letter sounds.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
He's Still Sleeping, While Parker hasn't Gone to Sleep Yet
I wonder if this means he'll always be a good napper.
At Isaac's checkup yesterday I asked Dr. Brown whether he was old enough now for me to let him sleep when he is sleeping and not wake him up every three hours to nurse. The hand out she gave me said that babies his age typically nurse every three to four hours. Dr. Brown said that as a breast fed baby he typically wouldn't go more than three hours between feedings, and that I shouldn't let him go more than four during the day, while letting sleep as long as he chose at night.
I can't find my copy of Babywise to see what they recommend.
This morning I fed Isaac at 9:50 and then let him sleep since he hadn't gotten much of a nap during the previous between feeding period. At 1:30 the child is still (sweetly) asleep.
He made a little noise around the time I took Parker in to get ready for his nap. Isaac's eyes opened, but he went right back to sleep.
Oh, I hear him. Maybe he's waking up! I hope he'll give me a little bit of time to get dinner started this afternoon.
Disney/Pixar Films
We borrowed some of these for Parker's recovery, since he won't be allowed to go outside much, and probably won't have many opportunities for playing with other children for a while. We've been watching some of the older Pixar films without pre-screening them, and I've been concerned that Parker might pick up some bad habits from them. Parker's so receptive that we've curbed our own viewing before he goes to bed.
Toy Story: Woody says to Buzz Lightyear, "Shut-up, you idiot."
I'd like to put off Parker's saying that as long as possible. I don't want to hear my two year old call someone a "poo-poo head" (A Bug's Life) if I can avoid it for another year or so. I think my expectations are realistic here. It's going to happen, but maybe it doesn't have to happen yet. He's far too young to censor himself in this regard just yet.
Toy Story: Woody says to Buzz Lightyear, "Shut-up, you idiot."
I'd like to put off Parker's saying that as long as possible. I don't want to hear my two year old call someone a "poo-poo head" (A Bug's Life) if I can avoid it for another year or so. I think my expectations are realistic here. It's going to happen, but maybe it doesn't have to happen yet. He's far too young to censor himself in this regard just yet.
I'm so sleepy
Last night I paid for Isaac's sleepiness. I was up with him from 1:25 'till around 4:00 a.m. because he didn't want to go back to sleep. I read that babies start developing their day/night awareness around 6 weeks. Correcting for Isaac's early birth date, that should be happening now--at 8 weeks. I've maintained day and night contrast almost from the beginning, leaving the room dark when I get up with him at night. Fortunately Michael was able to stay home with me for a time this morning so I could get in some extra sleep.
I know I'm fortunate that his wakefulness doesn't bring fussiness with it, but this is still a struggle for me.
In other news, yesterday for lunch my mom took me to Arahova. Their Hummus was delicious and we confirmed that we love stuffed grape leaves. This makes me want to learn to cook Greek. I found a website last night that looks useful: http://www.greecefoods.com/index.html
I wonder if we could find a good cookbook, something not too complicated, and together (me and my mom, and possibly Anna Grace) and try a new Greek recipe once a month. That may be wishful thinking, at least until Isaac starts being able to sit up by himself.
I know I'm fortunate that his wakefulness doesn't bring fussiness with it, but this is still a struggle for me.
In other news, yesterday for lunch my mom took me to Arahova. Their Hummus was delicious and we confirmed that we love stuffed grape leaves. This makes me want to learn to cook Greek. I found a website last night that looks useful: http://www.greecefoods.com/index.html
I wonder if we could find a good cookbook, something not too complicated, and together (me and my mom, and possibly Anna Grace) and try a new Greek recipe once a month. That may be wishful thinking, at least until Isaac starts being able to sit up by himself.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Baby Updates
Isaac had his two month check up this morning. Poor baby got five shots--three in one leg, two in the other. He has been on Infant Tylenol all day, and so he's slept a lot. Pobrecito, as Anna Grace would say.
Parker received a treat from Grace Church yesterday, and he even let me take a picture.
Contradictions
I come back to the same idea over and over again: spiritual manipulation.
I've never really believed that I had any power to manipulate God. Of course I cannot affect an outcome by thinking the right things, or approaching a problem with the right attitude. I cannot manipulate God into doing things in a way that will be pleasant to me just because I've done or said the right things.
For example, I cannot say to God, "I trust You with this thing," and then feel guaranteed that what I hope will come true.
However I've somehow believed that the equal and opposite possibility is true.
For example, I've somehow believed that if I tell God that I trust him with a certain thing that He is then obligated to test me in that faith. I've thought that if I say I trust God that those things that happened to Job will then happen to me.
But if I cannot manipulate God into doing things my way, I cannot manipulate him into testing me either...
I've never really believed that I had any power to manipulate God. Of course I cannot affect an outcome by thinking the right things, or approaching a problem with the right attitude. I cannot manipulate God into doing things in a way that will be pleasant to me just because I've done or said the right things.
For example, I cannot say to God, "I trust You with this thing," and then feel guaranteed that what I hope will come true.
However I've somehow believed that the equal and opposite possibility is true.
For example, I've somehow believed that if I tell God that I trust him with a certain thing that He is then obligated to test me in that faith. I've thought that if I say I trust God that those things that happened to Job will then happen to me.
But if I cannot manipulate God into doing things my way, I cannot manipulate him into testing me either...
Kelly's Question of the Day
Have any of you tried Spray N Wash Max? I heard on a commercial the other day that it's supposed to get out dried in stains, and I hardly believe it. Of course, I didn't know until not long ago that stains won't come out once an article of clothing has gone through the dryer. I just wondered whether or not it works.
Stream of Consciousness
I've been folding laundry, and while folding I've been thinking about things I've promised to post. And I've been thinking about how I choose to use my free time. And I've been thinking about speech impediments and social awkwardness. And personal currents, like my birthday today, and the flowers my sister sent me, and the useful projects I saw on *Carter Can* on Hulu this afternoon, and the five shots Isaac received at the doctor's this morning, and how if I actually did all the things there are to do around the house, I would have no opportunity for boredom. How I need such a high degree of order in my life in order to relax, and how difficult that level of order is to achieve while Isaac requires so much holding, and yet this time is so precious and fleeting, I need to enjoy it while I can. How difficult weekend cooking is to implement when I prefer not to take Michael's focus off of Parker when he's home. Wonder if I can fit into my own jeans. Thinking about how great the lunch was that I had today with my mom. Looking forward to the magazine I just got in the mail, and wondering when I'll find the time to work on my Kakuro puzzles again. I've been thinking about what depression does to a person, and I've been thinking about spritual manipulation.
Too many thoughts, perhaps. Where to begin.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Parker's Surgery, Part II
He looked pitiful when they brought him back from surgery. He wanted Michael to sit with him, but we didn't want him to leave the bed, so Michael joined him there. They told us he would probably be awake for a little while, but then fall asleep soon after. This didn't happen. Parker stayed awake almost the entire drive to Huntsville, falling asleep only in the last ten minutes as we came close to his usual nighttime bedtime.
Parker was back with us by 2:30, but even though he drank plenty of juice and ate popsicles, we waited hours for that wet diaper that signaled he was ready to go home. We never even left the hospital until almost 6:00 that evening.
The next day Parker still looked gray but he was able to play in the backyard at Michael's parents house, while Michael managed to keep him from running. By now he seems to be back to normal.
We have to restrict his playing for about a month. We have to keep him off of straddle toys, discourage him from running, prevent him from hanging or climbing. This will be a struggle, but perhaps the next month will go more smoothly than I anticipate. We brought movies home from the Fox's house, and he enjoys playing on the PBS Kids website.
Parker's Surgery, Part I
Parker came through his surgery beautifully, but Friday turned out to be a really long day.
Our appointment was for 9:00 that morning. He was allowed clear fluids only until 8:00, so I spent the night before trying to pack, but also making jello for Parker's breakfast in the morning. The idea was that jello might make him feel less deprived. He didn't really care for it.
Even though we got to the hospital well before 9:00, the wait was long. He was so excited that morning. He ran back and forth between the toys in the one-day surgery waiting room. "Granna, Granna, come play with me." He was so excited to see her. "Mommy, lets play in the other house."
They put is in a room and we stayed there. And stayed. And stayed. Parker was amazingly patient. It was only the last half hour to forty-five minutes that he started asking for something to eat.
They asked us if we wanted them to give him something before pre-op to help him transition away from us. We knew Parker wouldn't want to leave his daddy, and we knew he was getting anxious after staying in one place for so long, so we agreed. They told us they would try to make it taste good, but it wouldn't, and that it would take about ten minutes to take effect. Parker swallowed his dose and asked for more. He kept the syringe and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. It was supposed to take minutes, but he started acting silly immediately.
Our appointment was for 9:00 that morning. He was allowed clear fluids only until 8:00, so I spent the night before trying to pack, but also making jello for Parker's breakfast in the morning. The idea was that jello might make him feel less deprived. He didn't really care for it.
Even though we got to the hospital well before 9:00, the wait was long. He was so excited that morning. He ran back and forth between the toys in the one-day surgery waiting room. "Granna, Granna, come play with me." He was so excited to see her. "Mommy, lets play in the other house."
They put is in a room and we stayed there. And stayed. And stayed. Parker was amazingly patient. It was only the last half hour to forty-five minutes that he started asking for something to eat.
They asked us if we wanted them to give him something before pre-op to help him transition away from us. We knew Parker wouldn't want to leave his daddy, and we knew he was getting anxious after staying in one place for so long, so we agreed. They told us they would try to make it taste good, but it wouldn't, and that it would take about ten minutes to take effect. Parker swallowed his dose and asked for more. He kept the syringe and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. It was supposed to take minutes, but he started acting silly immediately.
We were all starving by the time they took him from us. One parent had to stay in the room throughout surgery so the others went down to the cafeteria to bring back something to eat while I nursed the baby. Once he and they were all gone, I prayed for Parker and cried. I still had fears at this point, but I had given them over a long time ago, so I prayed that God would keep Parker safe, but that whatever happened, He would be with us. I had been cheerful all morning because there had been no point in being anything else. And we knew that there would be lots of professional people watching over Parker until he woke up.
Dr. Joseph looked in a couple of hours later and said that there had been no problems with the surgery. Parker's only issue had been on the one side.
Isaac slept through almost the entire event, though he nursed about every two hours.
Another from the Archives
Friday, February 13, 2009
From the Archives
We're getting ready to go this morning. I made lemon Jello for Parker last night since the scheduler said he could have it until 8:00. Maybe it will make him feel like he's having breakfast--as I sit her with my bowl of Cheerios and milk.
Isaac holds his pacifier in place, while simultaneously making his first obscene hand gesture. Michael took this picture a couple of weeks ago.
Isaac holds his pacifier in place, while simultaneously making his first obscene hand gesture. Michael took this picture a couple of weeks ago.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Appointment in Birmingham in the morning
I realized, a little late, that I have a lot to do before 8:30 if I'm to get any sleep tonight. Parker was supposed to have out-patient surgery at Children's Hospital back in December, but Isaac's arrival meant that we had to reschedule. I thought we were going to have to wait until March, but Dr. Joseph's scheduler called me this afternoon and asked if we would like to take the spot that has opened up tomorrow morning. We would and we are.
Parker goes in for surgery at 9:00 tomorrow morning. He can have clear liquids or lightly colored jello up until 8:00 in the morning, so I'm hoping to give him jello tomorrow morning for breakfast. I'll have to make that tonight since I don't have time to run to the store to get the kind that is ready made. My friend Heather brought me some she had stored in her pantry at home.
I wish I had time to explain the surgery, and why I'm glad that we're doing it tomorrow, but I just don't. The surgery is routine and my main concerns involve anesthesia, and restricted play during recovery. More on all of this later.
Parker goes in for surgery at 9:00 tomorrow morning. He can have clear liquids or lightly colored jello up until 8:00 in the morning, so I'm hoping to give him jello tomorrow morning for breakfast. I'll have to make that tonight since I don't have time to run to the store to get the kind that is ready made. My friend Heather brought me some she had stored in her pantry at home.
I wish I had time to explain the surgery, and why I'm glad that we're doing it tomorrow, but I just don't. The surgery is routine and my main concerns involve anesthesia, and restricted play during recovery. More on all of this later.
You know Relatives; They always want to see pictures
This is how my mind works.
I've been trying to read Don Quixote since before we even moved into this house when Parker was only nine months old. Now that Isaac is almost two months, I'm nearly finished with it.
Yesterday I decided to take another shot at the introductory essay Harold Bloom wrote for the Edith Grossman translation that came out only a few years ago. I really didn't understand or appreciate a word he had to say about it. I don't mean that I disagreed with any of it; I didn't understand enough to even disagree. However, in his essay Harold Bloom quotes Mark van Doren, and based on that quotation I got the sudden desire to watch the movie Quiz Show, in which a Mark van Doren character appears.
I have a hard time talking about movies on this blog because I never know how much it is safe to say. No one has ever given me the principles of movie reviewing, if there are any. What details "spoil" a movie, and which ones don't. Well this isn't exactly a suspense film, and I don't know whether any of you are ever likely to see it, but Quiz Show makes my list of favorite films. The movie is about television and the Quiz Show scandals of the 50's, starring Ralf Fiennes and John Torturro among others. I realize I may not be spelling their names correctly.
Parker needs my attention now, so I'll have to write more about the movie later.
Yesterday I decided to take another shot at the introductory essay Harold Bloom wrote for the Edith Grossman translation that came out only a few years ago. I really didn't understand or appreciate a word he had to say about it. I don't mean that I disagreed with any of it; I didn't understand enough to even disagree. However, in his essay Harold Bloom quotes Mark van Doren, and based on that quotation I got the sudden desire to watch the movie Quiz Show, in which a Mark van Doren character appears.
I have a hard time talking about movies on this blog because I never know how much it is safe to say. No one has ever given me the principles of movie reviewing, if there are any. What details "spoil" a movie, and which ones don't. Well this isn't exactly a suspense film, and I don't know whether any of you are ever likely to see it, but Quiz Show makes my list of favorite films. The movie is about television and the Quiz Show scandals of the 50's, starring Ralf Fiennes and John Torturro among others. I realize I may not be spelling their names correctly.
Parker needs my attention now, so I'll have to write more about the movie later.
Defects of Memory
I'm gonna do this. Most of you--make that all of you (I know I have at least four readers still)--know that blogging isn't high on the priority list at the moment. It falls way down the list, actually, after all of those obvious things like breakfast, cleaning the kitchen, Kakuro. Of course I don't mean to imply that any of those things are even near the top of the list. When I complain that I haven't gotten anything done during the day Michael reminds me that keeping Parker and Isaac alive are enough of an accomplishment.
This time around I'm really trying to keep up with the house. We've said many times recently that just keeping a household running at a minimal level takes a huge amount of work, and my minimal level requires that things be put away and the dishes washed. Laundry--laundry is really important too. I'm doing much better with these things following Isaac's birth than I did following Parker's, but it's a higher priority now because I need it to stay positive. Yesterday was an off day. I had to let it go for 24 hours, and that makes for a less energetic day.
I'm packing for Isaac's first overnight trip. My mom suggested that I get started early since this will be my first time providing the necessities for two children. This was very good advice I think. I always hate to delay leaving. It makes me nervous to set a time to leave home, and then overshoot that by an hour because nothing has been packed. The first thing I asked my mom was how many outfits I should pack for Isaac considering all the opportunities there are for infant clothing to become soiled. Yesterday I did no packing. Instead I made a list of everything I thought Parker and Isaac might need.
So today the first logical step seemed to be laundry. Actually the first logical step was making the bed so I would have a place to first fold, then lay out everything I planned to take.
I wanted to do laundry first because I hoped to leave all of my packing options open. Parker needs two pairs of pants. Which pants should I pack? My choices are severely limited if both of his pairs of jeans are dirty. Whenever I do laundry I wander around the house trying to corral any stray items, because if I'm going to do laundry, I want to do ALL of the laundry.
Michael typically gets Parker ready for bed in the evening. He does this on the same diaper changing table we've used Parker's entire life, only now, one shelf with one set of baskets contains Isaac's clothes, while the other shelf with it's own set of baskets holds Parker's. Michael has gotten into the habit of removing Parker's clothes, and whether they are dirty or not, shoving them into Parker's pajama basket, on the bottom shelf, where I never really see it. This morning AFTER the regular washing cycle had concluded I found the pair of jeans I had hoped to pack for Parker stuffed in the basket on the bottom shelf of the changing table.
Why can't Michael remember not to put them there when I've mentioned it to him several times already? Well, the real question is, why can't I remember to look there when I know that is what he always does? It's tempting just to blame Parker's dirty jeans on his bad memory, when in reality we both are at fault. It's hardly fair for me to be frustrated with him when my own habit and memory are just as much a problem when it comes to washing Parker's clothes.
Sorry about that, baby.
This time around I'm really trying to keep up with the house. We've said many times recently that just keeping a household running at a minimal level takes a huge amount of work, and my minimal level requires that things be put away and the dishes washed. Laundry--laundry is really important too. I'm doing much better with these things following Isaac's birth than I did following Parker's, but it's a higher priority now because I need it to stay positive. Yesterday was an off day. I had to let it go for 24 hours, and that makes for a less energetic day.
I'm packing for Isaac's first overnight trip. My mom suggested that I get started early since this will be my first time providing the necessities for two children. This was very good advice I think. I always hate to delay leaving. It makes me nervous to set a time to leave home, and then overshoot that by an hour because nothing has been packed. The first thing I asked my mom was how many outfits I should pack for Isaac considering all the opportunities there are for infant clothing to become soiled. Yesterday I did no packing. Instead I made a list of everything I thought Parker and Isaac might need.
So today the first logical step seemed to be laundry. Actually the first logical step was making the bed so I would have a place to first fold, then lay out everything I planned to take.
I wanted to do laundry first because I hoped to leave all of my packing options open. Parker needs two pairs of pants. Which pants should I pack? My choices are severely limited if both of his pairs of jeans are dirty. Whenever I do laundry I wander around the house trying to corral any stray items, because if I'm going to do laundry, I want to do ALL of the laundry.
Michael typically gets Parker ready for bed in the evening. He does this on the same diaper changing table we've used Parker's entire life, only now, one shelf with one set of baskets contains Isaac's clothes, while the other shelf with it's own set of baskets holds Parker's. Michael has gotten into the habit of removing Parker's clothes, and whether they are dirty or not, shoving them into Parker's pajama basket, on the bottom shelf, where I never really see it. This morning AFTER the regular washing cycle had concluded I found the pair of jeans I had hoped to pack for Parker stuffed in the basket on the bottom shelf of the changing table.
Why can't Michael remember not to put them there when I've mentioned it to him several times already? Well, the real question is, why can't I remember to look there when I know that is what he always does? It's tempting just to blame Parker's dirty jeans on his bad memory, when in reality we both are at fault. It's hardly fair for me to be frustrated with him when my own habit and memory are just as much a problem when it comes to washing Parker's clothes.
Sorry about that, baby.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
One of my favorite movies--it's an odd choice
My brother, Daniel, is always giving me interesting movie recommendations. One of the things he likes is older, obscure, low budget films. The last one of his recommendations I saw was *Westworld* by Michael Chrichton, sort of a predecessor to *Jurassic Park* in that it involved an amusement park where engineered beings get out of control. I really enjoyed it.
So I don't know why I've never told him about this movie *Millennium*, starring Kris Kristofferson and Cheryl Ladd, which I really love. The thing is, I don't know why I love it. It really isn't very good at all.
The last time I posed the question, "Why do I like this movie?," Michael jokingly answered, "It's got to be the clothes and hair." Most of the costuming and hair is truly awful, and I'm not even talking about the sequences set in 1989, although those are pretty bad. Yes, this is a sci-fi film set in an appocolyptic future.
There are a few things I like that I can identify.
1) I like Kris Kristofferson. He isn't even a good actor, but I like him. Maybe it's his beard. Maybe it's the way he talks, or the expression on his face when his dinner date tosses her cigarette out into the restaurant air, the way he sort of rolls his eyes in amazement. Probably the only other movies I have ever seen him in are *Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore,* which I probably didn't get and didn't care for, and *Blade,* which I probably only liked because it was a vampire movie, but for some unidentifiable reason I like him in this movie.
2) I like Cheryl Ladd in the movie too. Her character has to make rapid adjustments in a world she doesn't really understand, and the way she does this is endearing to me.
3) It's sort of unexpectedly funny. There are some cheesey jokes in the film that always make me laugh.
4) I like it because it is a slightly bizarre type of sci-fi.
5) I think my favorite thing about the movie is how they show the same sequence of events from to very different perpectives, allowing the view to read those events first one way and then another. I think they do this very, very well.
When I say I love this move, I really mean it. I have an affection for it; for some reason I became attached. It's a movie that I am just about always ready and willing to watch. I wonder whether Daniel will like it?
So I don't know why I've never told him about this movie *Millennium*, starring Kris Kristofferson and Cheryl Ladd, which I really love. The thing is, I don't know why I love it. It really isn't very good at all.
The last time I posed the question, "Why do I like this movie?," Michael jokingly answered, "It's got to be the clothes and hair." Most of the costuming and hair is truly awful, and I'm not even talking about the sequences set in 1989, although those are pretty bad. Yes, this is a sci-fi film set in an appocolyptic future.
There are a few things I like that I can identify.
1) I like Kris Kristofferson. He isn't even a good actor, but I like him. Maybe it's his beard. Maybe it's the way he talks, or the expression on his face when his dinner date tosses her cigarette out into the restaurant air, the way he sort of rolls his eyes in amazement. Probably the only other movies I have ever seen him in are *Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore,* which I probably didn't get and didn't care for, and *Blade,* which I probably only liked because it was a vampire movie, but for some unidentifiable reason I like him in this movie.
2) I like Cheryl Ladd in the movie too. Her character has to make rapid adjustments in a world she doesn't really understand, and the way she does this is endearing to me.
3) It's sort of unexpectedly funny. There are some cheesey jokes in the film that always make me laugh.
4) I like it because it is a slightly bizarre type of sci-fi.
5) I think my favorite thing about the movie is how they show the same sequence of events from to very different perpectives, allowing the view to read those events first one way and then another. I think they do this very, very well.
When I say I love this move, I really mean it. I have an affection for it; for some reason I became attached. It's a movie that I am just about always ready and willing to watch. I wonder whether Daniel will like it?
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