Names, Names, Need a New Name

I want to change the name of my blog again.  I'm just not ver satisfied with this current one:

Practice Room: Making Use of the Madness,

although most days that is exactly what I am doing.

The old name was more satisfying, though no longer accurate, as I have two sons instead of one.  And I am happy to have two.

It's funny to think that not long ago I wondered still what Isaac was going to be like, because he was quiet and seemed contemplative, and as my father-in-law observed, he seemed to be examining the world around him, trying to figure out what to make of it.  Now he dives right in.  He's become noisy, and curious and somewhat mischeivious.  He gets into absolutely everything, and as my friend Alina says, he's quiet while he's doing it so that you'd never figure out what was happening if you couldn't get eyes on him immediately.  He likes to jump into mud holes.  He showed no fear of my Aunt's cat even after it scratched him.  He climbs up on the dining room table whenever there's anything up there that looks even slightly interesting.

He's awefully cute.  So is his big brother.

My mother came by and cut their hair today, something I had not yet been brave enough to do myself.  She did an excellent job for not having cut a small, wiggling child's hair in at least fifteen years.

The Long Goodbye...No more room in my life for new shows

I know this sounds funny, because I really do enjoy television, but I'd be glad if several of the television shows I've been watching over the past four years would be canceled.  Relieved even.  When I get on Hulu and look at my queue these days I feel oppressed by the accumulation.  The one show I don't want to be canceled I feel quite sure will be: Haven.  Hulu and Syfy have recently put the show on a 30 day schedule, which means that new episodes won't be made available for streaming until 30 days after they have aired.  The only television show I've watched on the air in a long while is Lost, so you'll understand why this might be difficult for me.  At least the end is in sight.  Soon I will be completely free of broadcast tv as other things in our lives become so much more important.  Can't I give it up easily?  No, as a matter of fact, I can't.  But perhaps I will get to go another three or more years without watching any tv, before the deathly cycle starts all over again.  Then movies will be the thing once more.  There's nothing to be done except to wait and see.

TV ruminations

I think about so many things, on a daily basis, but when I get on here and start to write, it all sort of drifts away, and all I can think of is the silly thing I thought about posting on facebook, as follows:

I considered skipping Desperate Housewives this season, but then I got on Hulu and saw the first five minutes of the season premiere and realized that I LOVE Eva Longoria Parker as Gabby.  I cannot miss her, and I really don't quite know why.  I think it may be because she is Latina.  And because of her profile (the balance of her eyes, nose and chin, because even if I can't analyze them, I recognize these things), and the sound of her voice.  And her character is likeable, even if rather shallow.  And I like her, even though I'm not a girly girl, I really like Gabby.  Wierd.

And then I remembered where I'd seen Mae Whitman before.  I just looked her up on my favorite website, IMDB.com, to confirm.  She was on Arrested Devlopment as George-Michael's grilfriend, Ann Viel, in the two seasons following the first.  I thought of her because there was an episode where she was throwing rotten fruit at the home of Marc Cherry, and because I've been watching Parenthood too.  Yes, I watch these shows, and no, I'm not proud of it.

And of course Mae Whitman made me think of Portia de Rossi, and a character named Rob Loblaw (try saying it ten times fast), and this is an example of how the human mind works, especially the human mind that has spent the past five years watching mass quantities of tv.  Is internet television a blessing or a curse?  You tell me.  I have, in fact, become very good at saying Rob Loblaw ten times  fast, but only because of diligent practice.