Kevin Smith: A Fed Up Fat Ass?

I’m a huge fan of Kevin Smith and was appalled when I read his twitter feed. What I’d like to know is if an Arnold-like guy gets on the plane who’s arms are so wide that the person sitting next to him has to stand up just to look for his seatbelt buried under one of his monstrous thighs. Would this man who’s, let’s say,  6’1 and 300 lbs of muscle be subject to the same humiliation and ridicule? Will he have to pass a does-the-arm-rest-come-up test? Is he forced to purchase to seats-one for him and one for his fanny pack?

Probably none of the above because society doesn’t think that muscle-clad men and women deserve ridicule no matter how ridiculous they may look.

Can’t Have Nothing New

So it’s that time of year again when Hubby and I plague each other with whether or not to exchange gifts early. You know what? It’s not the time of year, it’s us. As my mother would say, “Just can’t have nothing new.” And she would be right. Be it a birthday, anniversary, or Christmas present, we can’t get that item opened fast enough. What amazes me most is the great lengths we go to in order to make sure the other has no idea what they are getting. My husband would let me get the mail for a week because there was something in the mail that would tip me off. And I am now doing the same to him with an additional gift I vow not to give him until Christmas.

So we have already swapped Christmas gifts. It’s December 15th and the only gift I’ll be opening on Christmas will be from my mother. That’s not a bad thing but her gift are more thoughtful than exciting.

Anyway… I do want to say that I absolutely love my now not-so-new gift. What is it? Drumroll….

A PS3!!! And I love it. Hubby and I were discussing the PS3 and how it really is an all-in-one home entertainment system. It plays DVD and Blu-ray, streams from Netflix, downloads games (some have demos), and has the new PlayStation Network. So far I’ve downloaded a few demos: Fairytale Fights is disturbingly bloody while Little Big Planet is fun and cute. We’ve alos bulked up out Netflix Instant Play Queue  and have streamed everything from Dora and Thomas the Tank Engine to Jim Gaffigan and SNL’s The Best of Chris Farley.

We haven’t played any Blu-ray discs but have noticed the difference in picture quality. I’m thinking of ordering Star Trek for us and Up for KidWonder. I can’t wait to see what all the fuss is about. Now all I need to do is get Hubby a receiver to go with the surround sound speakers I got him last year.

Color Confusion

As the audience is few I am sure my readers know that I am the black mother of a bi-racial little boy. When I read articles like this one from momLogic, I get confused as to whether or not I should be relating with the mother of 100% black children. I am proud of my heritage and don’t hold anything against my husband or any other white person today because of theirs. I do wonder if I should worry about the statisics of little black boys. I guess it will all depend on what my son identifies himself as.

If he identifies more with his white ancestry, should I breathe a sigh of relief? If he identifies with his black ancestry, should I wait with bated breath? Wouldn’t either choice mean that I am only perpetuating the race cycle? The reason I am having this issue in the first place is because my mother perpetuated the cycle and I have the image of black men being judged by their skin color/tone and not character.

Like the title of the post says, I wonder–and it’s rare–if my son will have some color or race confusion. But I wonder if I will question which race he identifies with, and that is my true worry. I don’t want to think of my son as black or white. He’s my son and all the should matter is that he came from me and I will protect, teach, and support him. I will.

This snippet from the momlogic article is what I fear for any child of color:

My son has been reading since he was 4 years old. He was the only reader in his pre-K class, and every day throughout the school year his teacher would tell all the parents hanging around for pickup how he reads stories to the other children, helps them tie their shoes (because they don’t know how), and spells like a champ. He is also the only African-American in the class. At the end of the school year, a bunch of moms and dads from the class got together, and their whole conversation about my son was about how fast he runs, how he wins all the races at parties, and how he has a very muscular tone for a 5-year-old. These things are true. But not one person talked about how smart he is. Even though that was the messaging they received about my son nearly every day. Not one parent.

Proof the iPhoto ’09 Is A Learning Program

The Hubby decided to get me a gift–prompted by my whining. iLife ’09. After he got his spiffy new computer with iPhoto’s face recognition software, I knew I had to have it.

Well I got it and immediately after I imported all my pictures, I began to name people. In Faces you are asked to choose from pictures/faces that looks like the person you’ve named.

Here is the proof that it definitely doesn’t get it right the first time around:

This is the first one that threw me off. My SIL looks nothing like my bridesmaid. Maybe it's because my veil is in her face that iPhoto thinks she might be a blonde.
This is the first one that threw me off. My SIL looks nothing like my bridesmaid. Maybe it's because my veil is in her face that iPhoto thinks she might be a blonde.
Trying to confirm my sister-in-law. I can understand why my other sister-in-law came up--they're sisters--but why one of my male friends. Sorry SIL if it's insulting but iPhoto thinks this guy looks alot like you.
Trying to confirm my sister-in-law. I can understand why my other sister-in-law came up--they're sisters--but why one of my male friends. Sorry SIL if it's insulting but iPhoto thinks this guy looks alot like you.
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Attempting to confirm my uncle on the top. That's my husband in the bottom left corner. I don't know why someone's random butt is being compared to either.
I don't even remember which one I was trying to confirm but either way they got something wrong.
I don't even remember which one I was trying to confirm but either way they got something wrong.

A Rotten Apple (Store)

Green AppleI’ve always heard that Apple had pretty decent customer service. Being that I didn’t own an Apple computer that wasn’t a hand-me-down, I hadn’t much use of calling if something did go wrong with my computer. But two years ago I got my first, brand new, out-of-the-box computer. Luckily, I was able to persuade hubby-of-mine to get AppleCare. This last week I am glad I did.

Last week, my computer crashed. The Awesome Hubby spoke to my iMac in that computer language he knows so well and found that some rogue RSS feed I no longer subscribe to had written itself over a very important file-ETC(?). So I took it in to have it checked out at the Genius Bar in Stamford. My worst nightmare was having to erase my hard drive and reinstall my operating system. What do you think they told me? Yep, Murphy’s Law in full effect. The nice genius at the Genius Bar named T-Bo (I know!) told me to take my computer home, connect it via firewire to another computer, and start it up via Target Boot–that means hold down the “T” after you hear the ping–so that my computer would load as an external hard drive. Doing this would allow me to transfer the most important items and burn dvds. I, of course, crashed the laptop I was connected to in the process…

I should take this moment to tell you that over the last week I haven’t had the best luck with electronics…

So I took it home and got as much as I could. I ended up burning 9 DVDs of documents, mailboxes, wedding and family pictures, and pdfs from the web. I began the install and hubby had to come calm me down and speak to the computer about freaking me out with words like “journaled” and “corrupted” and made the install start. Everything was going well until the second disc was called upon. Thinking back on it now, I think it might have been best if Hubby had put in the second disc as there must have been something wrong with my electrons that day. The second disc failed, reading “56 minutes remaining”.

I took it back to the Genius Bar in the Stamford Apple Store. I was told they would give me not just a new hard drive but a bigger hard drive, an upgrade to Snow Leopard, and iLife ’09. I was very excited when I went to get my computer the following Thursday.While at the Apple Store, Hubby and I decided it was the opportune time for him to get his new iPhone. We wanted to add a line to my pre-existing account. The man that handled the transaction instead upgraded my iPhone. He tried to fix it by returning the new iPhone and starting over. It worked. My husband got his phone and new number. So why couldn’t I get service all of a sudden? He had deactivated my phone. So down to the other end of the mall we go to AT&T only to find out that, since I have a first generation iPhone, they can’t activate my phone in the store. I have to connect to iTunes. (And to that AT&T guy, eat more fiber. You’re too young to be crotchety.)

So all in all I had to make two trips to AT&T, waste 20 more minutes with a screaming 2-year-old and hungry husband, and still had to call customer service when I got home because nothing was resolved in the store. And when I did contact AT&T I found out that Carmine the Apple guy didn’t reverse the upgrade or the upgrade fee, and had extended my contract another two years. Infuriating doesn’t come close to describing how I felt about Carmine’s “one little mistake.”

Well at least I had my computer home. Guess who got duped? Ding-a-ling! It was me. My newly refurbished, super-pimped-out iMac was just as lame as it was before. They didn’t do any of the upgrades! Good thing I convinced Hubby to buy a family pack of Snow Leopard instead of a single user.

I now have a different opinion of the big Apple and it’s retail store. If I had just done everything online, there would have been much less hassle. We could have grabbed the computer and picked up an already activated iPhone for Hubby. If you’re going to have people upgrade or add a line in store, provide a kiosk or computer where we can make the mistakes ourselves.

I Would Be In Jail…

Man Slaps Stranger’s Kid in Wal-Mart

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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2009

Roger Stephens

Imagine this for a shopping nightmare: Your 2-year-old throws a tantrum at Wal-Mart, and a strange man walks up to her and slaps her across the face to shut her up. Read mlc article.
Me and angry old guy here, would have tangled. You don’t touch my child to say how cute he is. You damn sure won’t touch my child to discipline him. We don’t do much more than a tap on the hand or leg. So I’ll be damned if some stranger will walk up and slap my child.
Some have asked how the mom could stand there and let that man do this.
why wasn’t the mother correcting her own child and what kind of mother is she for letting this loontic touch her child even once.
She was probably in shock. Who in there right mind would walk up and slap a complete stranger’s child? You wouldn’t have expected it? And not all mothers have a sweet little child that they correct on cue. Don’t be a B(with an)itch by calling out the mother “lack of parenting” because a two-year-old was dong what they all do – scream and shout. You did it, your mama did it, and your kid does/will do it.
All that said, me and crazy nutter up there, would be riding in the squad car together, because I wouldn’t have let him leave the store with his balls or face fully in tact.

Mom Fired For Breastfeeding in California

I’ve just read an article on MomLogic about a ruling an Cali to make a small Mexican chain pay just over $45,000  in fines, penalties, and a settlement for the mom. Way to go California government.

You may need to read the article to get where I’m coming from.

In case you didn’t know, the law states that a woman can not be fired while on maternity leave. It states this because it is illegal to fire someone for being pregnant, and being pregnant (and breastfeeding) is a woman issue. Because it is a woman issue, it is deemed sexist to fire her. Now I don’t believe in sexism but I think the law is stupid. Wait…I think the interpretation of the law is stupid. If a man had to be off work because of something to do with his prostate he wouldn’t be fired. If he were, it wouldn’t be seen as sexist.

Do I think Acosta Taco is wrong? Yes. Absolutely. Did they get what they deserved? Yes. Should this woman’s job be protected while she is on maternity leave and doing everything she is suppose to do for her job AND her child? You damn right! I just don’t agree with the interpretation of the law.