<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:53:04.906-06:00</updated><category term='Rebecca'/><category term='Kathryn'/><title type='text'>Bunter's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A record of the doings of Mervin Bunter and his family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-671101130345034599</id><published>2008-10-18T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:29:02.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when...</title><content type='html'>...a two-year old gets caught between an irresistible force (Mommy at one end of the hall, getting the kids ready for bed) and an immovable object (Daddy at the other end of the hall, preventing the child from fleeing)? Judging from Rebecca's behavior, the only solution is to sit down in the middle of the hall and have a temper tantrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-671101130345034599?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/671101130345034599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=671101130345034599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/671101130345034599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/671101130345034599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-happens-when.html' title='What happens when...'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-1822328147195185167</id><published>2008-10-15T17:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:15:53.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Amber asked me to...</title><content type='html'>Here's one of my favorite Princess Bride quotes: "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line is used in offices more frequently than I would have expected, mostly in response to some kind of new corporate term. For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"initiative" really means "useless time-wasting event to make management feel better",&lt;br /&gt;"employee empowerment" really means "you can choose to do your job any way you like... as long as it's like THIS",&lt;br /&gt;and a "suggestion" by the corporation really means "do this or die".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-1822328147195185167?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/1822328147195185167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=1822328147195185167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1822328147195185167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1822328147195185167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/10/because-amber-asked-me-to.html' title='Because Amber asked me to...'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-8798794593076396938</id><published>2008-10-02T23:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:41:13.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally photographed Becca smiling</title><content type='html'>I have never seen a child look more "serious" than Becca does when we're trying to take her picture. If we catch her unawares we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; capture a smile, but more often she switches to concentration mode whenever we snap the picture. Maybe it's the flash. Maybe she's just trying to figure out why we're taking pictures instead of playing with her. I don't know what it is. But we recently captured a couple pictures of Becca where she's actually smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some new pictures to our Facebook page &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=12079&amp;amp;l=7b061&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I included some new "serious" ones to illustrate how hard it is to capture a good picture of Becca. Believe me, there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lots&lt;/span&gt; more. But my favorite is the last one in the blue swing. It's a bit blurry because I had to take it with my camera phone while the swing was moving. Given the constraints, I think it turned out fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/SOWh1j2LFHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-7WSE_M8ScA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/SOWh1j2LFHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-7WSE_M8ScA/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252782481925149810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-8798794593076396938?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/8798794593076396938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=8798794593076396938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8798794593076396938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8798794593076396938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finally-caught-becca-smiling.html' title='I finally photographed Becca smiling'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/SOWh1j2LFHI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-7WSE_M8ScA/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-8458090667065123901</id><published>2008-09-29T21:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:33:40.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, Kathryn got a Pokemon trading card in a Burger King kids meal. She asked me what it was and I explained the concept to  her. She seemed vaguely interested so, in the interests of education,  I picked up a pair of starter decks so we could learn the rules  together. See I'm of the opinion that kids learn best when they're at  play. This is in no way an original concept, but it dovetails nicely  with my own temperment: I prefer having fun to not having fun. So if I  can entertain Kathryn while enjoying myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; give her practice in  reading, math, and strategy, that's something I'm going to get behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd only played one game before tonight. In order to learn the game  that first time, we didn't hide any of our cards so we could discuss  strategy. But tonight we each kept our cards to ourselves. I decided  we'd have a nice Daddy-Daughter night out. I took Kathryn to Panera  Bread for her favorite potato soup. We grabbed a big table, laid our  cards out, and put our soup bowls next to the playing area. So while  one person played, the other would eat. Remarkably we didn't have any unfortunate soup/card interactions. It was a delightful night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn beat me again tonight. I think she's got a better grasp of the  game than I do. She tried to comfort me on the way home, telling me  that "you taught me so well that you forgot to remember the game  yourself." Surely that must be the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-8458090667065123901?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/8458090667065123901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=8458090667065123901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8458090667065123901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8458090667065123901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/09/pokemon.html' title='Pokemon'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-54578797739127901</id><published>2008-07-09T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:40:50.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great America</title><content type='html'>Here are some new &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=25278&amp;amp;l=d917a&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; from our Great America trip. Kathryn and Becca especially enjoyed the "new" Wiggles' themed water playarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54745f32842c3d9c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54745f32842c3d9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FAC93170BE7C72F38834E62FA17A56BADDF04E0.373221C1E0C0A7A590A57811877471A257805629%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54745f32842c3d9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblwwdPC7HZcghNzDZuYFFgaasec&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D54745f32842c3d9c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FAC93170BE7C72F38834E62FA17A56BADDF04E0.373221C1E0C0A7A590A57811877471A257805629%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54745f32842c3d9c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DblwwdPC7HZcghNzDZuYFFgaasec&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-54578797739127901?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54745f32842c3d9c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/54578797739127901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=54578797739127901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/54578797739127901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/54578797739127901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-america.html' title='Great America'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-8502854284674950218</id><published>2008-06-24T20:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:32:18.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca's walking!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after many setbacks, Becca has started walking all by herself! Hurray! I wish I'd kept recording for a few more seconds though. Right after I stopped, Becca and Kathryn both fell backwards and Kathryn yelled, "Cut! Cut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b8d78e5c7b50bbf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b8d78e5c7b50bbf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D504172B7DA067808EE15A99921FCC54AE9E95.6D0925703D6F50743EC91920D2F9C41A5465FC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b8d78e5c7b50bbf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaJE81BQN-LC4GbSBS3KEl-pF4ao&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b8d78e5c7b50bbf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75D504172B7DA067808EE15A99921FCC54AE9E95.6D0925703D6F50743EC91920D2F9C41A5465FC2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b8d78e5c7b50bbf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaJE81BQN-LC4GbSBS3KEl-pF4ao&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-8502854284674950218?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/8502854284674950218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=8502854284674950218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8502854284674950218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8502854284674950218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/06/beccas-walking.html' title='Becca&apos;s walking!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-4595526040769278171</id><published>2008-06-06T21:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:26:18.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A meek accompanist"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" id="fhvq0" &gt;&lt;span id="m74h1" class="misspell" suggestions="Homo phonic,Homo-phonic,Homophobic,Homophone,Homophony"&gt;Homophonic&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A texture with a principal melody and accompanying harmony, as opposed to  polyphonic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Polyphonic -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" id="fhvq0" &gt;Having two or more voices or parts, each with an independent melody, but all harmonizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="m74h1" class="misspell" suggestions="Homo phonic,Homo-phonic,Homophobic,Homophone,Homophony"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Most Christian marriage councillors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; will tell us that a homophonic relationship is best in marriage, with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; the husband a driving melody and the wife merely accompanying harmony. I've always found something vaguely unsettling about that. The Bible says that a husband and wife are to become one. Imagined as a single body, it would seem odd then to have half of the body moving ahead while the other lags behind to support it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am fortunate that my wife is able to be more than merely a support for me. Instead she is my equal partner. With her I can be myself, and trust her to be herself. Together we uphold each with our complementary strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Peter -- what did you mean when you said that anybody could have the harmony if they would leave us the counterpoint?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Why, that I like my music polyphonic. If you think I meant anything else, you know what I meant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "Polyphonic music takes a lot of playing. You've got to be more than a fiddler. It needs a musician."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; "In this case, two fiddlers -- both musicians. I admit that Bach isn't a matter of an autocratic virtuoso and a meek accompanist. But do you want to be either? Pray silence for the soloist. But let him be soon over, that we may hear the great striding fugue again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; -- Peter and Harriet, Gaudy Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; To my better half, you are my Harriet: my beloved whom I am glad to call my partner in all things. Happy anniversary, Kristin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-4595526040769278171?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/4595526040769278171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=4595526040769278171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/4595526040769278171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/4595526040769278171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/06/meek-accompanist.html' title='&quot;A meek accompanist&quot;?'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-7719749305083815291</id><published>2008-06-02T12:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:07:03.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wycliffe Bible Translators</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago I went down to Wycliffe Bible Translators in West Chicago for their week-long Taste Of Translation And Linguistics course. I didn't stay the whole week, but I learned some very interesting things about Bible translation and linguistics. We had several courses on Phonetics, Language Learning (how to pick up a language through immersion), Translation, and Grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how much work went into translating the Bible for a single language group. In most cases, these language groups don't even have a written form of their language! In those cases, Wycliffe teams study the sounds and the phrases of the language and attempt to create a written language for them. This also involves demonstrating the usefulness of literacy, since it's a completely foreign concept to them. After creating a written language, Wycliffe teams study the grammar of the language and start the official "translation" process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our classes involved pretending to translate Psalm 23, and we ran into some interesting problems. The instructor pointed out certain troublesome phrases, for example, "He makes me lie down in green pastures" shouldn't give the impression that the Lord is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forcing&lt;/span&gt; the author to lie down. Also, the people group for whom we are translating might not live near any "green pastures", so we might need to use a different analogy. He cautioned us however that though it's OK to change "green pastures" into a cultural equivalent, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; OK to change historical events. For example, even if the people group doesn't have fig trees, it's not acceptable to translate Mark 11:21 with "Rabbi, look! The mango tree you cursed has withered!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though full-time missionary work isn't for me, I still enjoyed my time at Wycliffe. I met lots of great people and I learned a lot about translation. I've already used some of my new phonetics knowledge to help Rebecca pronounce some consonants. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left Wycliffe, I spoke with a few of their tech guys about using the computer to do some of the work remotely (mostly the grammar and translation). They admitted that they're not as far along as they'd like to be, but that they're working on it. The phonetics work and the language-learning still obviously has to be done "on-site". But the creation of the alphabet, diagramming the grammatical structure of the language, and the actual translation should be able to be done anywhere. I hope they continue to improve their infrastructure... maybe someday I'll be able to do some of the translation work from my computer here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-7719749305083815291?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/7719749305083815291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=7719749305083815291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/7719749305083815291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/7719749305083815291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/06/wycliffe-bible-translators.html' title='Wycliffe Bible Translators'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-6671988651376135518</id><published>2008-05-16T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:35:59.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Caspian</title><content type='html'>Kristin and I just came back from watching Prince Caspian. My recommendation: do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; read the book immediately beforehand, and if you know the book very well, try to forget it before you see the movie. I learned my lesson with The Two Towers: sometimes its best to judge a movie on its own merits, instead of judging it by the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true of Prince Caspian, where the filmmakers radically changed the personality of one of my favorite main characters. However since I was forewarned about the change, I actually enjoyed the movie very much. The filmmakers added a few character arcs, but I thought the storyline was better for it. I cried a bit when Lucy's character arc resolves near the end of the battle sequence (you'll understand once you see it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Prince Caspian is a stronger movie than LWW. But it takes a few extra liberties with the character development (especially Peter's). Try not to freak out about it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-6671988651376135518?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/6671988651376135518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=6671988651376135518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/6671988651376135518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/6671988651376135518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/05/prince-caspian.html' title='Prince Caspian'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-5114039868159093453</id><published>2008-05-15T23:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:24:27.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked the Musical</title><content type='html'>As many of you already know, during my blog hiatus Kristin and I took a trip downtown to see Wicked right after Thanksgiving. At first I wasn't all that impressed. At the time I thought the hype had raised my expectation too high. But the next day, neither Kristin nor I could get the songs out of our mind. Two days after the performance we bought the soundtrack. And now I'm completely convinced: Wicked is a phenomenal musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia summarizes the plot as follows:&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; tells the story of Elphaba, the future Wicked Witch of the West and her relationship with Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. Their friendship struggles through their opposing personalities and viewpoints, rivalry over the same love-interest, their reactions to the Wizard's corrupt government, and, ultimately, Elphaba's public fall from grace. The plot is set mostly before Dorothy's arrival from Kansas, and includes several references to well-known scenes and dialogue in the 1939 film &lt;i&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kristin and I hadn't seen a musical since before Kathryn was born when we saw Les Miserables (unless you count the Disney's Beauty and the Beast musical we saw with Kathryn -- I don't). I normally don't like musicals, and I consider Andrew Lloyd Webber's musicals particularly loathsome for some reason. Stephen Schwartz composed the music and wrote the lyrics for Wicked, and I'd never really noticed him before. After we bought the soundtrack I looked him up on-line and discovered that he'd done the music and lyrics for The Prince of Egypt as well! I'll have to seek out some of his other works like Children of Eden or Godspell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, though it took a little while for me to fully appreciate much of the music, Wicked is amazing! There are too many fantastic songs, but my favorite has to be No Good Deed (about how all of Elphaba's good intentions end badly). The songs Defying Gravity, For Good, Popular, and What Is This Feeling are all close seconds. And Dancing Through Life is amazing to watch, since the cast seems to go through four or five set or costume changes during the course of that one song! If you've seen it, leave a comment and tell me what you thought of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-5114039868159093453?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/5114039868159093453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=5114039868159093453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/5114039868159093453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/5114039868159093453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/05/wicked-musical.html' title='Wicked the Musical'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-27755044066129014</id><published>2008-05-12T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:20:42.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>"Do you have any idea how hard it is to lead worship with a half-chewed Communion wafer in one's mouth?" -- me, after an unfortunate miscommunication between the pastor and those of us on the worship team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, my dear college friend Violet Chaos has a very funny blog over at &lt;a href="http://violetchaos-364.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. She's got a great sense of humor. Over the years in which we've known each other, I've noticed that our phraseology has grown more and more similar (which is great for me; not so great for her). My personal favorite is her &lt;a href="http://violetchaos-364.livejournal.com/tag/lexiambicon"&gt;Lexiambicon&lt;/a&gt;, which is probably the safest introduction to her writings. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently added a few pictures of our trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20081&amp;amp;l=66bfe&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;Sears Tower&lt;/a&gt;. We took the train down to Chicago, walked over to the Sears Tower, rode to the top, came down, walked back to the train station, and rode home. It was a long day, but Kathryn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to go to the top of the Sears Tower. There's also one older picture of &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=464824&amp;amp;l=b3387&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;the girls cuddling together on the couch&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a cute video of Rebecca. I was testing my new camera, and I couldn't get the camera down low enough to take a decent video of Rebecca crawling. So I inadvisedly put the camera on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdc29382b7998cfe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdc29382b7998cfe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF88611AA7A0699DA6708EF3285CA49AA1C26827.7BDEA6241A97799239A965F2EBB24DF3CE32B84%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdc29382b7998cfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6U8lbBxAZ6qd3vcoM7nKRlJemb8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdc29382b7998cfe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF88611AA7A0699DA6708EF3285CA49AA1C26827.7BDEA6241A97799239A965F2EBB24DF3CE32B84%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdc29382b7998cfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6U8lbBxAZ6qd3vcoM7nKRlJemb8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-27755044066129014?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/27755044066129014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=27755044066129014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/27755044066129014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/27755044066129014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-1195805819073571812</id><published>2008-05-03T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:32:06.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebecca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Now that several friends have started blogs of their own, I've got the itch to update mine a bit. It's been almost exactly one year since I posted anything here... I barely remember how this thing works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start slowly. I posted some pictures on my Facebook page so you can see how much the kids have grown in the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set is from our &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=19415&amp;amp;l=33b29&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;Cooking Night&lt;/a&gt;. Kathryn and I made our Shepherd's Pie together while Becca played on the toy horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second set is from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=19416&amp;amp;l=ef18b&amp;amp;id=825699029"&gt;Kathryn's last swimming class&lt;/a&gt;. It's amazing how far she's come in eight weeks. Originally she wouldn't even lower herself into the pool. But now, though she's still scared, at least she overcomes her fear and swims anyway. I was a little concerned myself when on the first day of class the instructor put Kathryn and the rest of the Level 1 swimmers at the deep end (12 feet), while the other swimmers stayed at four feet! The instructor pointed out that kids learn better when they have absolutely no chance of touching the bottom. I was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; relieved, but at least I understood her rationale. I attended the first class and the last class. Kathryn was so terrified during her first class that it took all my willpower not to run in and "save" her. We decided that it was best if I just stayed away for the rest of the classes. So I didn't come back until her last class so she could show me what she'd learned. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6e9f878b784a11" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a6e9f878b784a11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71EDCE1E48DBC75D64C0F8D39C23F51489C3DB81.1236ABC6B78674F58B50C4A5C5CF0CD674C90B21%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e9f878b784a11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl2fNHaV6l4tVetPw660FkGrURwo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a6e9f878b784a11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331678817%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71EDCE1E48DBC75D64C0F8D39C23F51489C3DB81.1236ABC6B78674F58B50C4A5C5CF0CD674C90B21%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e9f878b784a11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dl2fNHaV6l4tVetPw660FkGrURwo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-1195805819073571812?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/1195805819073571812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=1195805819073571812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1195805819073571812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1195805819073571812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-3827435616883263746</id><published>2007-05-06T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:44:34.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans Zimmer returns to the Caribbean</title><content type='html'>Our old friend at SoundtrackNet is a wonderful person. He just posted his exclusive "&lt;a href="http://soundtrack.net/features/article/?id=231"&gt;First Listen&lt;/a&gt;" for Pirates 3, and it sounds like Hans Zimmer is back with some wonderful new themes. I already know I'm gonna love everything on this album, but here are a few of my new favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the new love theme in &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/03.mov"&gt;track 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the playful romp and new theme in &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/05.mov"&gt;track 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the heroic version of the new pirate theme in &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/10.mov"&gt;track 10&lt;/a&gt; (also heard in &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/01.mov"&gt;track 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/07.mov"&gt;track 7&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a brand-new, ultra-cool arrangement of the original Pirate theme from the first movie in &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/11.mov"&gt;track 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the various themes woven together at the end of &lt;a href="http://media.soundtrack.net/soundtrack.net/potc3/13.mov"&gt;track 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And given the description of each of the tracks, there's a lot of stuff in there that the clips simply don't capture. In my opinion, based on the music alone, Pirates already blows Spiderman out of the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-3827435616883263746?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/3827435616883263746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=3827435616883263746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/3827435616883263746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/3827435616883263746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/05/hans-zimmer-returns-to-caribbean.html' title='Hans Zimmer returns to the Caribbean'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-1914710698889524934</id><published>2007-04-28T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T00:24:34.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fracture</title><content type='html'>Summer isn't here yet, but the summer movies are starting to arrive. Spiderman 3 will be the "official" start of the summer movie season next week, but a few decent movies have already appeared in theaters. I recently watched &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/fracture/large.html"&gt;Fracture&lt;/a&gt; (Anthony Hopkins, Ryan Gosling), and since Ray has been asking me to start reviewing movies again, I figured I'd start with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, RottenTomatoes gives Fracture a &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/fracture/"&gt;70%&lt;/a&gt;. I'd personally put it a bit higher (around 75%), primarily because I generally like courtroom dramas, because I like puzzle movies, and because I really like Anthony Hopkins. He doesn't break any new ground here. In fact he plays his character almost the same way he played Hannibal, but that didn't bother me in the slightest. It's enjoyable to watch Hopkins' character manipulate everyone else in the cast, despite their best efforts. But primarily I enjoyed Fracture because of the snappy dialog. I wish they'd included more scenes with Hopkins and Gosling together, because it was fun to follow their verbal sparring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot does include a few holes, which is one reason I can't universally recommend it. People who go out of their way to poke plot holes (&amp;lt;cough&amp;gt;Coach&amp;lt;/cough&amp;gt;) should probably avoid Fracture. But for the most part you won't see the implausibility of it until you're talking about the movie afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also docked it a few points because it dropped in a few too many "Character Alignment Shifts". Those are the moments when a main character thinks about his/her life, realizes that he/she has been a complete jerk, and resolves to change. Most of the time, the C.A.S. is identified by a montage of contemplative scenes in which the character either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a) stares off into space&lt;br /&gt;b) walks alone down a dimly lit street (usually at night)&lt;br /&gt;c) plays an instrument alone (usually a piano or a guitar), or&lt;br /&gt;d) performs some routine mindless action (like taking out the garbage), followed by one or more of the above.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Fracture's C.A.S. was a bit too outlandish for me to believe. But I understand that's not the sort of thing that seems to bother most people (after all, believe it or not, there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; some people who bought into  the insanity of Lady in the Water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like courtroom dramas or Anthony Hopkins, you'll probably like Fracture. But don't try to nit-pick it while you're in the theater. Save that for the drive home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-1914710698889524934?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/1914710698889524934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=1914710698889524934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1914710698889524934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1914710698889524934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/04/fracture.html' title='Fracture'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-2542737138411600687</id><published>2007-04-19T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:03:12.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise, Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige4QC0bmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vBEV760mJzw/s1600-h/Pictures+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige4QC0bmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vBEV760mJzw/s320/Pictures+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055324533451681378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I took Kathryn to Kindergarten screening for District 15. I thought that was bad enough. Kindergarten screening is one of those big "my baby's growing up" moments. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige4AC0blI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tmSyoHwmyjE/s1600-h/Pictures+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige4AC0blI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tmSyoHwmyjE/s320/Pictures+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055324529156714066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then Kathryn called me at work today to announce that she had "pulled out her loose tooth!" So Kathryn officially lost her first tooth today. Time is moving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too fast. To celebrate tonight, Kathryn chose to make a "special" popcorn while watching Star Wars with me. Though I am again encouraged that she likes to spend time watching sci-fi movies with me, I shudder to imagine what she's going to be like in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige3gC0bkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I-JJMzPq64U/s1600-h/Pictures+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige3gC0bkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/I-JJMzPq64U/s320/Pictures+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055324520566779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Becca isn't quite so little anymore. She's growing up too fast too. Last weekend I had to move the shoulder straps in her car seat up to the highest notch because she'd outgrown the smaller settings. Here are a couple of pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Michael%20Howk/Pictures/2007-04-19%20Pictures/Pictures%20026.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-2542737138411600687?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/2542737138411600687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=2542737138411600687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2542737138411600687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2542737138411600687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/04/sunrise-sunset.html' title='Sunrise, Sunset'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjkujDdxD8A/Rige4QC0bmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vBEV760mJzw/s72-c/Pictures+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-1423425951180315002</id><published>2007-04-11T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:37:16.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's 6-month checkup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From Kristin's e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had her 6 month check up today, and she's doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 14 lbs 11oz (between 25 - 50 percentile)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Height: 25 1/4 inches (between 25 - 50 percentile)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Head circumference: 16 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor said that everything looks good, and she's right where she should be developmentally. So, you're asking yourself, where is she developmentally? Well, I'm glad you asked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is right on the verge of many milestones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolling over from back to front. She actually did this a few times in late March, but had a growth spurt and hasn't done it since, but she's about to start doing it again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting up. She has the head control, but not quite enough control of the rest of her body. She'll sit if we support her, but if we don't, she slumps over immediately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teeth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has been exhibiting all the signs of teething for the last few weeks: constant streams of drool, crankiness, gnawing on whatever gets near her mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solid foods. Just this past weekend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; started accepting her rice cereal. And last night she ate about 8 or 9 little spoonfuls. At this rate, we'll be able to add a second serving of cereal next week, and maybe a different flavor / texture the next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is officially sleeping through the night now. She'll fall asleep between 10-11pm and sleep until 7-8am. Its wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-1423425951180315002?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/1423425951180315002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=1423425951180315002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1423425951180315002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1423425951180315002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/04/rebeccas-6-month-checkup.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s 6-month checkup'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-6319113430675136833</id><published>2007-03-19T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:40:45.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn'/><title type='text'>Super Kathryn: Episode 7</title><content type='html'>Kathryn had about twenty minutes left before bedtime, so she wanted to play "Super Kathryn" with me. I told her that I didn't know how to play, but she promised to explain it to me. Basically, it's Kathryn telling a story while everyone else (in this case, just me) follows her. As she explained the basic story, I typed it. Here, for your enjoyment, is the background of Super Kathryn: Episode 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn: "In Super Kathryn: Episode 7, Super Kathryn and her team..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who's the team?"&lt;br /&gt;K: "AJ, Katie, Lava Girl, and, of course, Super Kathryn their leader. And their new person, Superhero Daddy. They're all walking along, and suddenly Super Kathryn loses her powers."&lt;br /&gt;M: "How did she lose her powers?"&lt;br /&gt;K: "They don't know that. We'll find out in Episode 8."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: "Now they have to go to the Sword &amp; Shield, where they learn how to use the sword to destroy badguys when superheroes lose their powers, and the shield to protect you from badguys trying to hit you."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; still have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;powers?"&lt;br /&gt;K: "No. You don't have any powers yet. To get powers, you have to go to the "what powers you want" place."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;K: "Welcome to the "what powers you want" place. Here. Take this dinosaur. If you say, "Dinosaur, come alive!" you will be a dinosaur. And then, when you try to talk, you will scare the badguys away with your loud roar! Very useful."&lt;br /&gt;M: "OK."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-6319113430675136833?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/6319113430675136833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=6319113430675136833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/6319113430675136833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/6319113430675136833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/03/super-kathryn-episode-7.html' title='Super Kathryn: Episode 7'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-7914767810384658148</id><published>2007-03-12T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:25:51.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Disney Trip</title><content type='html'>I don't have time to write too much about the trip right now (and most of you have either heard about it already, or you're waiting to hear about it from Kathryn). But here are the pictures we took. You can view them at &lt;a href="http://www1.snapfish.com/share/p=873121173759422510/l=251875695/g=43386066/cobrandOid=1000131/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB"&gt;Snapfish.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-7914767810384658148?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/7914767810384658148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=7914767810384658148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/7914767810384658148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/7914767810384658148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-disney-trip.html' title='Our Disney Trip'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-8375951975530561061</id><published>2007-02-19T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:41:48.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Nelson Enters the World!</title><content type='html'>Randy and Amber are now the proud uncle and aunt of Christopher Paul Nelson! Christopher arrived in the world at 11:37 a.m. yesterday (February 18, 2007). He weighed 8 lbs., 11 oz. and he was 22 inches long. Congratulations to Paul and Christina and to the whole Nelson clan! Pictures to come... hopefully &amp;lt;that's a hint, Randy&amp;gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-8375951975530561061?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/8375951975530561061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=8375951975530561061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8375951975530561061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8375951975530561061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/02/another-nelson-enters-world.html' title='Another Nelson Enters the World!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-8367142664442885936</id><published>2007-02-02T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:31:13.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's 4-month-old update</title><content type='html'>Kristin sent out this e-mail today. Just in case she missed someone (I doubt it), I'll duplicate it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings everyone!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I can't believe how the time has flown. Rebecca is 4 months old and has grown and changed so much! I have to apologize for not sending out an update at 2 months, the last time she was at the doctor's, but we had spotty Internet connection that week, and then got caught up in the Christmas rush.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the numbers:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth:&lt;/strong&gt; 6 lbs 9 oz, 19 1/2 in&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 mo:&lt;/strong&gt; 9 lbs 5 oz, 21 1/2 in (25th percentile)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 mo:&lt;/strong&gt; 12 lbs 1 oz, 24 in (weight between 10 and 25th percentile; height between 25 and 50 percentile)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;So, even though she's on the small side, she's growing very consistently, and there is no need to worry. So its time to move up to the 3-6 month size clothes (the 0-3 mo size goes to 12 lbs and 23 1/2 in). I had just noticed yesterday that she was stretching the sleeper she was wearing, and decided to get out the larger size this weekend. =)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The activities:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;Rebecca is smiling at us, and "talking" to us with a wide variety of sounds. We're even starting to get occasional laughs, though we can't always tell what is prompting the laughter, let alone get her to do it again. She's also starting to use her hands...the thumb is making it into the mouth with more frequency, and small toys and light blankets come along with her when we pick her up. Once or twice while I've been holding her, she's reached for my face and it seemed a deliberate motion, rather than a random one, which gives me this warm tingly feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca is also starting to squirm a lot. She's no longer lying down like a lump wherever we put her. She's not (quite) at the rolling over stage, but she's definitely working on it, because she can get up onto her side or rotate herself through a 90 degree turn. When she's on her tummy, Rebecca is not yet using her arms to push herself up, and she gets frustrated really quickly that she can't see whats going on. It's really cute, because she gets her bottom higher into the air than she gets her head. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teething. Ouch.&lt;/em&gt; The drool, the random crying, the drool and the associated dry skin on the cheeks and chin, combined with the two white spots I can see on the lower gums all point to the fact that those first teeth are on their way. Who knows when they'll appear, but we'll all be relieved when they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping like a baby.&lt;/em&gt; Rebecca has always been a good sleeper, giving me 4 hour stretches from birth. She would have a nightly "fussy" period from about 10pm - 2am, where she would want to nurse constantly. Then, at about 2 months, the fussy time shifted to 10pm- 1am. But at the 3 month mark, she made a distinct shift in pattern. When she turned 3 months, this nightly marathon vanished. (YAY!) She started to carry the feeding intervals that we'd settled into during the day (every couple of hours) into and through the evenings. She'd be eating for the last time between 11:30 - 12:30, and then sleeping until 5-7am. And in the last 2 weeks, she's started falling asleep around 11pm, after eating at 10:30, and sleeping until 6 or 7am! So we're actually in a nighttime routine! Its wonderful! This past Monday morning (Jan 29) I was woken up by the alarm clock instead of a crying baby. What an odd occurrence! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-8367142664442885936?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/8367142664442885936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=8367142664442885936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8367142664442885936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/8367142664442885936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2007/02/rebeccas-4-month-old-update.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s 4-month-old update'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-2170813670281451599</id><published>2006-12-19T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:28:06.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regression Ping-Pong Tournament</title><content type='html'>Yes, we really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; work here, but regression is an entirely different experience. Finally, I won the &lt;a href="http://www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=136545&amp;amp;tclass=Destiny%207%2E0%20Regression"&gt;regression ping-pong tourney&lt;/a&gt;! Hurray! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-2170813670281451599?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/2170813670281451599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=2170813670281451599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2170813670281451599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2170813670281451599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/12/regression-ping-pong-tournament.html' title='Regression Ping-Pong Tournament'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-2408416867989315849</id><published>2006-12-19T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T10:15:12.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresstion Testing, the Movie?!?</title><content type='html'>The powers that be extended our regression testing cycle by one week, so we're still in the trenches. But they also scheduled an additional "Destiny Fun" activity. Last Monday we broke into six teams (of about seven people each). Our task was to create a Destiny movie, using one famous film as a baseline. The films chosen were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a Wonderful Life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grease&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Willy Wonka&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rocky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monty Python and the Holy Grail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We were given 30 minutes each day to work on our film. The finished product was to be shown yesterday (Monday) for voting and general entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the Willy Wonka team, and we decided to try to condense the whole movie down to about 10 minutes. I had the dubious honor of playing "Charlie". We remembered that the movie was set in Britain, but we couldn't remember if Charlie himself was British. So I just tossed in a Cockney accent, for the fun of it. This made the experience of watching the film very difficult for me. Like most people, I can't stand the sound of my own voice on any recording. So it was even worse to hear myself faking a falsetto Cockney accent! But we had a blast putting everything together for the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were five awards given for the movies; four from the "official" judges, and one from the team (our "Viewers' Choice" awards). Horace won Best Comedic Performance (for his portrayal of a disgruntled lyricist whose lyrics were removed from John Williams' "Raiders" score). Ray won Best Supporting Actor (as Tim the Enchanter in "Monty Python"). Lou won Best Actor&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (as Rocky). In Lou's case, he actually drank a raw egg on screen, which made him a shoe-in for the award. I was nominated for Best Comedic Performance and Best Supporting Actor. The "official" Best Picture went to "Monty Python". But we snagged the Viewers' Choice award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should have a DVD of all of the films pretty soon. So if you feel like torturing yourself, drop on by... and may the Lord have mercy upon your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-2408416867989315849?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/2408416867989315849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=2408416867989315849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2408416867989315849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/2408416867989315849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/12/regresstion-testing-movie.html' title='Regresstion Testing, the Movie?!?'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-1849836254559005413</id><published>2006-12-18T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:16:37.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Swimmer!</title><content type='html'>Kathryn's first pet was a Betta fish which she named "Swimmer". We got it for her last year for Christmas. Well, Swimmer just died. So Kristin and I broke the bad news on Friday. Of course, Kathryn started crying, which made me start to tear up. But Kristin had the great idea to take Kathryn to Chuck E. Cheese for supper to take her mind off of Swimmer. Her plan worked beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm not sure if &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Swimmer's&lt;/span&gt; death has quite "hit" her yet. Whenever she prays for her meals, she still thanks God for Swimmer (and for the family, her imaginary friend, all her toys, etc)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-1849836254559005413?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/1849836254559005413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=1849836254559005413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1849836254559005413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/1849836254559005413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/12/poor-swimmer.html' title='Poor Swimmer!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116529528093672769</id><published>2006-12-04T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:08:01.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip through the snow</title><content type='html'>Early last week, I decided to schedule a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; trip for Kathryn and I this weekend. I decided to drive us out to Davenport, Iowa on Friday afternoon, spend the night in a hotel, go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Polar Express&lt;/span&gt; in IMAX 3D on Saturday, and drive home. Of course, I wasn't counting on having the biggest snow storm in decades on Friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to shovel the driveway at 5:45 on Friday morning. An hour-and-a-half later I came back in, soaking from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; wet snow. 45 minutes after that, I couldn't tell that I'd already shoveled once -- it was snowing that much. It was about this time that I discovered (much to my relief) that FSC had closed for the day. Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still had to deal with the rest of the snow. So I went out at 9:00 to clear the driveway again. This time, the snow and I maintained a delicate truce until it started to taper off at 10:00. Kathryn came out to play for a while, and she managed to get herself stuck in a couple of snow drifts before retreating to safety indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the storm was supposed to end by noon, and the plows had already cleared most of the roads in our subdivision. So we decided to give the snowplows a few more hours, and then try to get as far as Rockford. I cancelled our reservation in Davenport and made a new one at the Comfort Inn in Rockford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left around 3:00 and arrived safely a few hours later. To entertain us on our drive, I packed my iPod with a few of Kathryn's favorite CDs. We sang along with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God of Wonders: Praise and Worship&lt;/span&gt; CD for most of the trip. Then she surprised me by asking to listen to one of my "mix" CDs. I'd played it once while Kathryn was in the car, and she really enjoyed the music from the different movies (especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superman &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;). She also loves Charlie Peacock's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Light&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message Boy&lt;/span&gt; (which should make Bill and Paul very happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went swimming in the hotel pool, and spent some time in the hot tub (all that shoveling was murder on my back and shoulders). Kathryn was a very good girl the whole time. (Of course, she's normally happy when she has our undivided attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we rose early to grab some breakfast in the hotel lobby (for some reason, the hotel breakfast is one of Kathryn's favorite things to do when at a hotel on vacation). Then we started down to Davenport. The roads were much clearer today, with just the occasional patch of packed snow. Unfortunately (as normally happens in cold weather), the wiper fluid froze up, and the trucks on the highway were kicking up great quantities of salt. I pulled over several times to pour extra fluid on the windshield. Once, while trying to thaw the wiper fluid, I couldn't get the hood to latch for a few minutes -- the spring on the catch had frozen. I spent a few minutes in fervent prayer until it finally caught again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally, after many trials, we made it to the Putnam Museum and IMAX Theater in Davenport. For some unknown reason, Kathryn absolutely loves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Polar Express&lt;/span&gt;. We went to see it in the theater with my mom and sister when it first came out. And that was probably Kathryn's earliest memory of a theater-experience. And after that, my Mom used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Polar Express&lt;/span&gt; soundtrack to put Kathryn to sleep whenever Kathryn stayed overnight at Mom's house. So maybe that explains why she loves that movie so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I remembered it as a cute movie, but nothing spectacular. But this IMAX 3D version completely blew me away! I have never enjoyed a movie experience as much as I enjoyed this one (not even when compared with the first time I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fellowship&lt;/span&gt;)! The 3D process was absolutely perfect for this movie, with its long shots and picturesque camera moves. Most movies have too much action to work in 3D, because when the picture moves too quickly the 3D just becomes a blur. But this was absolutely jaw-droppingly beautiful! If you ever have a chance to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Polar Express&lt;/span&gt; in the IMAX 3D format, do it! It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we just drove home, singing nursery rhymes, worship songs, or Christmas songs most of the way. It was a very tiring trip, but all-in-all I'm glad we went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116529528093672769?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116529528093672769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116529528093672769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116529528093672769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116529528093672769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-trip-through-snow.html' title='Our trip through the snow'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116494958209506597</id><published>2006-11-30T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:06:22.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures</title><content type='html'>We took some family pictures for the holidays. Here are my two favorite pictures of our girls.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2930/3153/1600/682490/2006-11-29%2C%20Professional%20Pictures%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2930/3153/320/243241/2006-11-29%2C%20Professional%20Pictures%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2930/3153/1600/246361/2006-11-29%2C%20Professional%20Pictures%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2930/3153/320/115278/2006-11-29%2C%20Professional%20Pictures%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116494958209506597?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116494958209506597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116494958209506597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116494958209506597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116494958209506597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116250802885866944</id><published>2006-11-02T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:49:34.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still alive</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been very busy indeed. In fact, I needed to check my last post to remember when I'd last written. Lots of things have happened since then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn and I attended the annual AWANA rollerskating party. It was Kathryn's first time on skates, and it was my first time since high-school. Kristin and Rebecca came too, since Kristin wanted to get out of the house, and wanted to see Kathryn's first rollerskating experience. We almost ended the evening early when Kathryn fell down and I nicked her finger with one of my skates. I was mortified! But she recovered and actually started to skate a bit (instead of just clomping around in the skates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween, Kathryn was a pirate! Unfortunately, it was bitterly cold that evening, so we only visited the houses within a couple blocks of our house. When I get back home, I'll have to find the pictures of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, Karin, Travis, and Sammy came to stay with us. Since the whole family was in town, Gail and Marge decided to visit too. The house was very full, and we all had a great visit. While Grandma and Grandpa were available for baby-sitting, Karin, Travis, Kristin, and I took advantage of the fact. We went out to see "Stranger Than Fiction". It was a remarkably good movie. I don't normally find Will Ferrell very funny, but this movie had all of us in stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's doing fine, but she's got a slight case of the sniffles. I'll try to be a bit more prolific with these blog entries in future... I hope. If I fall behind again, please just e-mail me a slap-upside-the-head to get me back on track. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116250802885866944?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116250802885866944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116250802885866944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116250802885866944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116250802885866944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116155838773601061</id><published>2006-10-22T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T09:50:32.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Shopping Outing</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first full "outing" with the whole family since Rebecca was born. We had a few tough times, but we all survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was at Kathryn's pre-school for a fundraising Fun Fair. I volunteered to help, and was assigned to the Bean-Bag Bucket Toss (like Bozo buckets, with candy in each bucket). The kids were mostly around that happy age that delights in everything (somewhere between 2 and 6) so I had a blast! Kristin took Kathryn and Rebecca around to the other games, and Kathryn came back with a lot of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove down to Pita Inn for lunch. Kristin doesn't like it as much as Kathryn and I do, but she still enjoys it in moderation. After that, we hit the main object of our day: Woodfield Mall. We found some early Christmas gifts, and some birthday gifts for Kathryn and for my mother. And we did a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed one moment, during dinner at Ruby Tuesday's. Rebecca started getting hungry, and the nearby Motherhood Maternity store allows breast-feeding in their fitting rooms. But our food had just arrived, and Kristin naturally wanted to eat a bit before being chased out with Rebecca. So I held her for a while, using my pinky knuckle to satisfy Rebecca for as long as I could (see the post &lt;a href="http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/rebeccas-habits.html"&gt;Rebecca's Habits&lt;/a&gt;). Of course, now I can't eat, since both of my hands are occupied. So Kathryn used my fork to feed me some of my pasta while I held Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another notable occurrence: Kathryn's been coloring her speech with many little extra flourishes lately, as in this example yesterday, "It's a good thing I got that 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, because on the very next turn... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;... I landed right on the 'Go to Jail' space." For some reason, that "BAM" really cracked me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116155838773601061?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116155838773601061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116155838773601061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116155838773601061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116155838773601061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/family-shopping-outing.html' title='The Family Shopping Outing'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116114261051619071</id><published>2006-10-17T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:59:45.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca's Habits</title><content type='html'>Over the last two weeks, we've discovered a lot about Rebecca's habits. Everyone warned us that "no two babies are alike." Well, they're right (at least as far as Kathryn and Rebecca are concerned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Kathryn, Rebecca is generally very well-behaved. But Rebecca moves her arms and legs a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; more than Kathryn did. To this day, Kathryn sleeps on her back, completely still. But Rebecca is rarely completely still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-10-17%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-10-17%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Rebecca's main activities are eating and sleeping. I love holding her while she's sleeping, but I can't really do anything with her when she's hungry. Babies have something called a "rooting instinct", which the Wikipedia defines as, "When the baby's cheek is stroked, the baby will move his or her face towards the stroking and open his or her mouth, demonstrating the rooting instinct." And (partly because Rebecca moves so much) she often accidentally brushes her cheek with her sleeve. We've lost count of the number of times we've seen Rebecca lying on the floor, straining with mouth open to latch onto her sleeve. She doesn't have much control over her arms or legs yet, so it's a bit like watching a dog chase its tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once Rebecca decides it's time to eat, my sole contribution is to delay her long enough for Kristin to get ready to feed her. Sometimes it takes a while for Kristin to get ready (especially if she's in the shower, or if I'm just trying to give her some time to sleep before she has to feed Rebecca again). So, in the meantime, Rebecca thrashes her head from side to side, trying to find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to latch onto. Fortunately, once she finds something to suck on, she stops crying for a short while. Over the last two weeks, I've discovered precisely how long a given item will keep her satisfied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pacifier: varies from three seconds to one minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sleeve: two seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cheek: three seconds (our version of a "kiss")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My arm (sans sleeve): ten seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her own thumb/finger/hand/fist: fifteen seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The tip of my pinky finger: twenty seconds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The knuckle of my pinky finger: five minutes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So as you can see, if Kristin is ever more than six minutes away, there's nothing I can do if Rebecca is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hungry. But most of the time, she just wants a cuddle. That's another difference between Kathryn and Rebecca. Kathryn was content to stay on the floor on her back between feedings. Rebecca demands a bit more "cuddle-time".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116114261051619071?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116114261051619071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116114261051619071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116114261051619071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116114261051619071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/rebeccas-habits.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s Habits'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-116035864943827381</id><published>2006-10-08T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:51:07.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rebecca pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-10-04%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-10-04%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a crazy few days. All of the grandparents have visited (at least once, if not twice). But we're starting to settle into a routine, of sorts. Kristin and Rebecca came home from the hospital on Thursday afternoon. That night, Rebecca slept very well. Unfortunately, Friday night was exactly the opposite -- she wanted to eat every minute! But last night was wonderful again. It seems that Rebecca is alternating between good and bad nights. So Kristin and I are expecting a very sleepless night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-10-05%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-10-05%2C%20More%20Rebecca%20Pictures%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you're wondering (and in case there's anyone left who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know the story), Kristin allowed me to choose Aileen as Rebecca's middle name. It was my paternal Grandmother's name, and I've really missed her since she died. Kristin chose Rebecca as the first name because (as she says) her first choice (Amanda) didn't work very well with Aileen. In some variations, Rebecca means "to bind or captivate". And Aileen is a variation of Helen, which means "light". We thought it was pretty cool to give her a name which means "captivating light"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Kathryn, Randy, and I went to the Trinity Homecoming football game. Kathryn has already started to express jealousy toward Rebecca. So we wanted to make sure that Kathryn still had her special outing on Saturday. (Trinity won, by the way. 24 to 3 against Joliet's University of St. Francis.) Kathryn absolutely beamed when I showed her the place in Johnson Hall Lounge where Kristin and I sat after our first date. Then I told her about how "Uncle Bill" came in and gave me such an exuberant greeting that he nearly knocked me over (seat and all). Kathryn's response was, "Uncle Bill is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; silly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to work on Wednesday, so Kristin's mom is going to come back that day to help Kristin around the house. The time has been going by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; quickly! I can't believe it's Sunday already. But anyway, here are a couple extra Rebecca pictures for you to look at. I took them to church today, and was nearly mobbed by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; Women's Ministry team as they each tried to be the first to see pictures of the new baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-116035864943827381?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/116035864943827381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=116035864943827381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116035864943827381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/116035864943827381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-rebecca-pictures.html' title='More Rebecca pictures'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115993394902564373</id><published>2006-10-03T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:52:29.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca Aileen Howk</title><content type='html'>Here she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-10-03%2C%20Rebecca%20Aileen%20Howk%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-10-03%2C%20Rebecca%20Aileen%20Howk%20010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-10-03%2C%20Rebecca%20Aileen%20Howk%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-10-03%2C%20Rebecca%20Aileen%20Howk%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10-03-2006 9:21 p.m. 6 lbs. 9 oz. 19 1/2 inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115993394902564373?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115993394902564373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115993394902564373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115993394902564373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115993394902564373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/rebecca-aileen-howk.html' title='Rebecca Aileen Howk'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115981617626696930</id><published>2006-10-02T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T14:09:36.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Update</title><content type='html'>Kristin says this much better than I ever could, so here is the copy of her e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby has, somehow, mananged to make it to week 37 (probably due to all your prayers), so when she comes she will not be a preemie! YAY!! Now on to the medical details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past week (week 36) I was in the office being checked out and monitored every day except Friday. On Wed morning and Sun night (early Mon morning, really) we had some false alarms. Last night (about 1am) I thought my water had broken, but the nurses at the hospital said otherwise and, since I was still only dilated to about 3 1/2 and not having contractions, they sent me home. :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, at my 11am appointment, I saw both the doctor and the nurse practitioner/midwife, who said "I can't figure out why you're not in labor, you're dilated to 5cm." Then they hooked me up to the monitor and confirmed what my own experience told me: I'm not having contractions right now. In fact, between being sent home from the hospital at 3am and going to the doctors office at 11, I only felt &lt;one&gt; contraction. So I'm not sure how I went from 3.5 to 5 so quickly, though I highly suspect those prayers for baby's continued development are why it didn't happen sooner. :-)&lt;/one&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told us (Michael arrived at the office towards the end of the monitoring session) that it's dangerous to be walking around dilated to 5, as the baby could decide to slide out on her own. So, he's going to give me today and tomorrow to go into labor on my own, and then on Wed morning, if needed, he will induce labor by breaking my waters (the amniotic fluid/sac surrounding baby). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby should be arriving soon! (And it's just as well, the waiting was starting to really mess with my mind.) Looking forward to seeing all of you, and showing off the little one (who has hair, remember).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115981617626696930?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115981617626696930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115981617626696930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115981617626696930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115981617626696930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-update.html' title='Baby Update'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115941347383213075</id><published>2006-09-27T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:37:36.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My long absence</title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't written in this thing for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time. We've been trapped in "false labor pains" for a while now, and it's starting to wear us down a bit. Since Kristin's only in her 36th week, we're praying for the baby to wait just a bit longer. But the doctor seems to think that Kristin will deliver "any day now", and every contraction makes us wonder if "it's time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't had time to write in my blog for a while. Every time I get a spare moment, I'm either spending time with Kristin, Kathryn, Randy, or Bill. When I'm not spending time with friends and family, I relax by fighting the Nazis in &lt;a href="http://www.gamespot.com/pc/strategy/companyofheroes/review.html"&gt;Company of Heroes&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, I'm about to go play that game right now (it's very therapeutic). So I haven't had much time for writing in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the last couple weeks, we've done a couple of interesting things. Kathryn and I went to the Enchanted Castle again, attended Amethyst's third birthday party, and went to the Rockford Children's Museum / Discovery Center. I've seen several movies (Hollywoodland, Flyboys, The Royal Tenenbaums, and Searching for Bobby Fischer). We're still thoroughly enjoying our time at AWANA. And I've started to teach Kathryn how to play Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, each of those topics would be an entry in itself, but I'm not really in the mood to write tonight. Instead I'm gonna go push the Germans out of Cherbourg. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115941347383213075?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115941347383213075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115941347383213075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115941347383213075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115941347383213075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-long-absence.html' title='My long absence'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115811408886914296</id><published>2006-09-12T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:25:05.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cary and Becky's New Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/first%20family%20photo%20email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/first%20family%20photo%20email.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the very first family picture with Cary, Becky, and Anthony! Hurray! We can't wait to see all three of you very soon! Welcome home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115811408886914296?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115811408886914296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115811408886914296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115811408886914296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115811408886914296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/cary-and-beckys-new-addition.html' title='Cary and Becky&apos;s New Addition'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115799872716195951</id><published>2006-09-11T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:23:55.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' Weekend, Part 5: The Pranksters Revealed</title><content type='html'>Well, between the last post and this one, I chatted with Sarah. She revealed to me that it was, in fact, she and Jen who planted the prank at the cabin! Here's what Sarah had to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ladies &amp; Gentlemen,&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was a smash hit for some and a rather unsettling experience for others. I would like to uncover a few mysteries by telling of the weekend from a female point of view. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jen &amp;amp; I decided to take a trip up to the Dells this weekend. While a great, fun place to visit it was also in rather close proximity to some men who we decided to have a little fun with.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/prank%20real%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/prank%20real%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We started off small thinking a pile of stones with some ketchup should be sufficient, but really there needed to be more. So we moved on to body outlines consisting of plastic utensils (very noisy by the way). During the day we visited a candy store and there were these long gummy snakes that would provide a perfect element of fun &amp; fright. Putting all the pieces together we did a mock up of the outline in our room and then headed up to the cabin where the men were sleeping peacefully around 12:30am.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everything was going perfectly, we had found the cabin no problem, parked at the end of the drive, took the paths to the back of the house (we noticed there was a light on at the front of the house) and started to lay out the body outlines. We got about half-way through when this dark creature started to approach. At first we were frightened, but then a dog bounded up to us and became our partner in crime for the rest of our adventure, literally he would not leave our sides. Jen even tried several unsuccessful attempts to take him back home. He thwarted our plans just enough that we could only do two outlines when we wanted to do three and we had to reapply ketchup several times as he kept licking it off the severed mid-section of our 1st outline.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/prank%20real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/prank%20real.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few time we thought for sure we had been caught. There was a slam at one point, we though had to be a door, we lost ourselves in laughter a couple of times, and the dog at one point sounded like he was barfing (loud noise). &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;We gathered up our leftovers and headed back to the car, the dog however had other plans and made it very difficult for us to leave, jumping on the car, trying to get inside and then weaving around the car as we tried to back out of the driveway. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We drove away and had made it back to Necedah and felt a bit down. We wanted to see the reactions so after some discussion we drove back to the cabin. The dog once again greeted us at the end of the driveway and we headed down to the cabin. No lights were on and save for the sound of snoring there was silence. We checked the back and everything was still perfect so we left.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Suspecting that we had been caught at some point, we were eager to hear any reactions from the guys, little did we know the kind of evening they had been through and how it added to our prank.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  Needless to say, we are THRILLED it went off so well and hope now that all the cards are on the table, we can all have a hearty laugh about this....goodness knows Jen and I have :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;So a big hearty "congratulations" goes out to Jen and Sarah for this one. They got us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115799872716195951?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115799872716195951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115799872716195951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115799872716195951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115799872716195951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-5-pranksters.html' title='Guys&apos; Weekend, Part 5: The Pranksters Revealed'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115799597487732855</id><published>2006-09-11T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:38:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' Weekend, Part 4: The Big Black One-Eyed Dog</title><content type='html'>On Saturday evening, while Bill was still dozing, Jeff and I started working on building a fire for the night. As we were chopping little bits of kindling, we heard the sound of an engine approaching from the back of RJ's property. It was a woman driving an ATV. When she saw us, she asked if we had seen a black lab around the area. When we told her that we hadn't, she explained that she was looking for her one-eyed black lab, that it's name was Pookie (or Pokey), and that it was a "city dog". Then she gestured vaguely towards the back of RJ's property and said that she was our neighbor in that direction. Then she drove back down the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ has a lot of trails in the back of his property, primarily for snowmobiling and four-wheeling. I've only walked down the trails a few times. In the daylight, it's a very pleasant walk. But at night, it's a confusing nightmare of twists and turns. This will be important later on in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night after we finished eating Bill's excellent meal of steak, chicken, and portabella mushrooms, we sat talking around the fire. I'm not sure what time it was, but in the middle of Bill's story, Jeff said, "Shhhh! There's a dog nearby; I can hear its collar clinking." We turned around toward the cabin, and reached for our flashlights. We turned them on... and there it was. A big black dog, standing at the edge of the firelight, near the picnic table. It couldn't have been more than 15 feet away, and because of the darkness, it seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then the light caught the glint of that one eye, and it really creeped me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I tried to explain about the woman's lost dog (since Bill was sound asleep inside when the woman showed up). Then Jeff called it over, and it turned out to be a very friendly, but timid, dog. Jeff got it to sit next to his chair by the fire, and then we tried to decide what to do. We weren't really sure where RJ's trails led, but the neighbor to the north was making a lot of noise, so Jeff decided to try there first. Bill and I stayed with the dog as Jeff went to ask the north neighbors if they knew anything about this dog. When Jeff returned, he reported that they almost disbelieved his story about the dog, saying, "There aren't any one-eyed black dogs around here!" It was also Jeff's impression that our neighbors were already a bit on the inebriated side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Jeff decided to search down the trails at the back of RJ's property. He came back a bit later to explain that the woods started getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; dark. Then he heard the sound of a baby crying, remembered the "Blair Witch Project", and fled back to the cabin. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tried again. This time I went with Jeff, and we decided to take the dog with us. We used some rope from RJ's shed as a leash, and set off again. This time the dog seemed to know where we were going. It had its nose to the ground and it was pulled Jeff along at a pretty good clip. We followed the ATV tracks all the way around to RJ's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; neighbor: only a short walk away from RJ's cabin! If we'd known where the tracks led, we could have saved a LOT of time. The dog seemed to know where it was. It walked straight up the stairs to a door in the trailer. We knocked, but there was no answer. So we walked back to the campfire (taking the short, direct route this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the next couple hours, Jeff walked back to the south neighbor's to see if anyone came home. We gave the dog some water, which it lapped down greedily. But eventually, we had to turn in. We considered what to do with the dog. Our first idea was to take the dog inside for the night. But we didn't think we should risk bringing a strange dog into RJ's cabin -- we didn't want it to start tearing up the carpeting or the furniture. Since the dog seemed to know its way back to the neighbor's place, and since it wasn't that cold a night, we hoped the dog would find its way back. We all felt helpless about leaving it outside, but we couldn't think of a better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep almost immediately, so I don't know what happened next. As Jeff tells it, the dog started barking later in the morning (around 3:00 a.m.), but then suddenly stopped. I didn't hear a thing. But the next morning, we awoke to discover that someone (probably the north neighbors) apparently didn't appreciate the barking that late at night. There were two "police chalk-outlines" (made out of white plastic knives and forks) on the ground outside. One of the two outlines was cut in half, with ketchup spread around it. We didn't wait around to ask any questions. We'd planned to leave at noon, so we packed up our stuff (including the chalk-outlines) and went to the local "Roadhouse" for lunch before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some sort of closure for this story, but I don't. We saw neither the dog, nor the neighbors again. An odd ending to an odd experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the way home, we had the chance to listen to the Bears completely dominate the Packers (which is, of course, the best possible ending to any Wisconsin trip)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115799597487732855?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115799597487732855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115799597487732855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115799597487732855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115799597487732855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-4-big-black-one-eyed.html' title='Guys&apos; Weekend, Part 4: The Big Black One-Eyed Dog'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115794755514719343</id><published>2006-09-10T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:05:55.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' Weekend, Part 3: The Rock</title><content type='html'>On RJ's cabin web page, he mentions a rock formation that he simply calls &lt;a href="http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/projects/geoweb/participants/dutch/geolwisc/geostops/Petenwell%20Rock.HTM"&gt;The Rock&lt;/a&gt;. Jeff and I tried to find it on Friday afternoon, but without success. We expected that something as grandiose as The Rock would have signs and a Park-District-sponsored trail all neatly marked out for travelers. As it turns out, The Rock is simply a huge rock formation, right next to the Wisconsin River. There are no signs, and no parking lot (except at a restaurant across the street). By the time we realized where we were supposed to be, it was already getting dark. So we decided to wait until Bill arrived, and try The Rock together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Bill (having just arrived at 5:00 a.m.) was in no shape to scramble up The Rock. So Jeff and I left him at the cabin and went by ourselves. Now, for those of you who don't know Jeff, let me explain that he and his wife Christy have (on multiple occasions) gone on hiking trips in the Rocky Mountains. They frequently go out camping. I was, frankly, a little intimidated at the idea of trying to keep up with Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up to the rock formations themselves was the hardest part of the experience. We walked up a steep dirt trail toward The Rock, but it felt like we were "crawling vertically" rather than "walking". The dirt was fairly loose, and I found myself grasping at the ground with my hands on more than one occasion. The few trees along the trail became my best friends, because I could hang onto them without worrying about sliding back down the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made it up to The Rock itself, I felt more comfortable. I've always liked clambering around on rocks, and these rocks had enough footholds to make me very happy. The view from the top was breathtaking! Of course, neither of us had a camera. So you'll have to take our word for it that we were actually there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115794755514719343?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115794755514719343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115794755514719343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794755514719343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794755514719343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-3-rock.html' title='Guys&apos; Weekend, Part 3: The Rock'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115794575760837519</id><published>2006-09-10T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:35:57.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' Weekend, Part 2: I Hate Nintendo Football</title><content type='html'>To waste some time on Friday night, Jeff and I tried playing Nintendo Super Pro Football at RJ's cabin. Neither of us knew the game, and there was no instruction manual. In order to learn the game, we decided to play together against the Nintendo. We figured we'd grasp the concept after running a few plays. We set it to "Beginner" and chose to play the Chicago Bears. We let the Nintendo play the Green Bay Packers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took us a few plays to realize that we didn't have the slightest clue how this game was supposed to work. Every time we passed, it was intercepted. When we tried to run, the quarterback would try to toss a shuttle-pass to non-existent teammates. We regularly ended up in punt formation on second down. And when we actually wanted to punt on fourth down, our team instead tried to kick a field goal from our own 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we managed to get a touchdown on the first game. I think we picked up a fumble at Green Bay's 10 yard line and ran it in. Of course we missed the extra point, but we were too ecstatic to mind. The final score was Chicago: 6, Green Bay: 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was little better. We decided that the game probably used statistics from the real NFL teams (and the game was made in 1992). Obviously, the '92 Packers would dominate the '92 Bears. So we decided to play the Packers and make the Nintendo play the Detroit Lions. The result was a catastrophic Packers: 0, Lions: 77. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115794575760837519?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115794575760837519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115794575760837519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794575760837519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794575760837519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-2-i-hate-nintendo.html' title='Guys&apos; Weekend, Part 2: I Hate Nintendo Football'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115794491026036251</id><published>2006-09-10T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:06:36.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys' Weekend, Part 1: Where's Bill?</title><content type='html'>Last year, Jeff, Randy, and I waited for Bill and Paul before leaving McHenry for the cabin. The original plan was to leave at 1:30. But because of work schedules and various delays, Bill and Paul didn't show up until 4:00 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, Jeff and I decided to leave whenever we were ready, get up to the cabin before Bill and Paul, and wait for them to show up. The first wrinkle in our plan was when Paul unexpectedly cancelled. He had some kind of foot injury, and he needed to have it checked out. Bill was more than slightly concerned about having to drive up to the cabin alone. We reassured him that if he printed out the directions on RJ's website, he wouldn't have any trouble. So, armed with RJ's directions, Bill told us that he was going to "take it slowly" and that we shouldn't expect him until about 11:00 p.m. Knowing Bill, we estimated that we wouldn't see him until around midnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and I arrived at the cabin around 4:30 - 5:00. We spent our time building a fire, playing Nintendo Super Pro Football (see "&lt;a href="http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-2-i-hate-nintendo.html"&gt;Guys' Weekend, Part 2&lt;/a&gt;"), and searching the area for The Rock (see "&lt;a href="http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-3-rock.html"&gt;Guys' Weekend, Part 3&lt;/a&gt;").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at about 1:30 a.m. we started wondering about Bill. The temperature had plummeted, and it was a very cloudy, dark night. There's absolutely no cellular coverage around the cabin (the nearest signal is 15 miles away), so if Bill got lost in the area, he might never find his way out again. So Jeff and I drove back down the road until we finally got a cellular signal. We were hoping that Bill had left me a message on my phone, "Hey guys. It's really late now, so I decided to wait until Saturday." But he didn't. I tried calling his cell phone, but I didn't get an answer. So we figured that either he was sleeping at home, or he was already lost in the Cellular Dead-Zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't do anything else, so we went back to the cabin and went to sleep. Almost the last thing we said was, "If Bill shows up tonight, we're gonna pay him back by scaring the living daylights out of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later (we found out later that it was 5:00 a.m.), Jeff woke me up: "Michael! I think Bill just pulled up!" We both scrambled down RJ's ladder-like staircase. I ducked into the doorway to the bathroom. From there, Bill would need to pass me to get into the cabin, but I wouldn't be in view immediately. Bill came in very quietly, passed me, and starting putting his bags down. I stood for a few moments, deciding how best to startle him. As I contemplated this act of absolute cruelty, I imagined the look on Bill's face. It was such a funny thought that I laughed out loud. Unfortunately for Bill, I was close enough to him that the sound of my laughter did the job nicely. He jumped straight into the air, cocked his fist, and spun around. I have to give him credit for such incredible reflexes; he moved faster than I thought he could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115794491026036251?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115794491026036251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115794491026036251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794491026036251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115794491026036251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend-part-1-wheres-bill.html' title='Guys&apos; Weekend, Part 1: Where&apos;s Bill?'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115768626392953174</id><published>2006-09-07T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:31:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guys' Weekend</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow Jeff, Bill, Paul, and I are heading up to RJ's cabin in Wisconsin for our annual Guys' Weekend. Randy can't come because he's visiting his family in Florida. RJ is one of my co-workers, and he has a standing offer for any of his friends to use his cabin, as long as we take good care of it. There's a big firepit up there, and RJ said that he left us a LOT of firewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJ's a great fellow, but he's got the reputation at work for being a prankster. And it's no wonder: he's the webmaster of &lt;a href="http://www.computerpranks.com"&gt;ComputerPranks.com&lt;/a&gt;, and he often brings his antics into the workplace. So who knows what we'll find up there. I'm always a little hesitant to use the shower... because I'm always paranoid that he's got a web-cam installed in there. (Just kidding, RJ... I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I seem to be a bit more accident-prone this year. I've had two injuries over the last two days. Yesterday I bruised my shin pretty hard at AWANA (trying to beat Marshall to the first-place prize). I don't know what (or who) I hit. There were a bunch of flailing arms and legs, a collision, and somehow I ended up with a bruised shin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today at work, I gave myself a nice long cut while playing table tennis (yes, we have a ping-pong table at work). Brian hit a nice shallow slice off the right side of the table. As I reached to return it, my forearm got a little too close to the corner of the table, and I cut myself pretty well. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; return the ball, but I had to forfeit anyway (it's not sanitary to bleed all over a ping-pong table).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the way things are going, I'll be lucky to avoid falling into the firepit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115768626392953174?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115768626392953174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115768626392953174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115768626392953174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115768626392953174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guys-weekend.html' title='The Guys&apos; Weekend'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115759995956462734</id><published>2006-09-06T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:32:39.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Heaven</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen "Just Like Heaven", beware that spoilers follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally starting to understand Randy's "Good Movie" Criteria, which I now paraphrase as, "A movie should only be as good as it's trying to be." It's still nonsense, but I'm starting to see a glimmer of truth in it. My personal version of Randy's Criteria is, "As long as I set my expectations to the right level, I can enjoy almost any movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when I sat down to watch "Just Like Heaven", I was prepared for a cute generic romance. I was not disappointed. It was precisely a cute generic romance; no more and no less. But there were a few points which worked in its favor. It didn't overuse its jokes. It didn't spend too much time setting up the fact that our main character is a ghost. And aside from one very ill-placed scene, it didn't rely on slap-stick humor. I liked it only because it didn't fall into too many of the common romance pitfalls. Like the movie "Men of Honor," it was a very average movie. I know I spent 90 minutes watching... something. But after a year, I probably won't even remember that I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only scene that impacted me at all was the ending. And, unfortunately, it wasn't a good thing. All romance movies require at least one "let-down" moment: the couple breaks-up, or there's a huge misunderstanding, or one of them is presumed dead, etc. In this case, they just decided to play the old "amnesia" trick: one character completely forgets the entire relationship until some event triggers her memory. Then our couple happily embraces, and the credits roll. It was just an excuse to tack a few extra minutes onto the running time. I don't think they could have come up with a weaker ending if they tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all it was a cute, but very forgettable movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115759995956462734?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115759995956462734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115759995956462734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115759995956462734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115759995956462734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just Like Heaven'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115748495408387327</id><published>2006-09-05T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:36:02.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony Alexander is coming to America</title><content type='html'>Great news! After jumping through many legal hoops, Cary and Becky are going to Guatemala tomorrow to bring their new son home! Much rejoicing! I have no idea when they'll be back, but at least the waiting game is finally over. Three loud cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115748495408387327?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115748495408387327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115748495408387327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115748495408387327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115748495408387327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/anthony-alexander-is-coming-to-america.html' title='Anthony Alexander is coming to America'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115740379809232159</id><published>2006-09-04T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:03:25.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storytelling at the Celtic Knot Pub</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Jeff and Christy invited us to attend the Illinois Storytelling Festival in Spring Grove. I had no idea that "professional storytelling" was still being done, or that it was still so popular. I expected it to be quaint, but somewhat dull. I was happily mistaken. Most of the stories ranged between stand-up comedy and morality tales, and we were enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday, Kristin and I went down to the Celtic Knot Pub in Evanston to hear Sid Lieberman perform. It was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; drive, but I enjoyed spending the time with Kristin (it's not something we get to do very often). The Knot is a nice Irish pub in downtown Evanston. Kristin had the steak, and I (of course) had the Shepherd's Pie (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well made). Then we retired into a little room off the main dining room called The Snug (because, well... it's snug). Sid told us two stories: one brand-new one about his father, and an old one about his daughter. The story about his dad was a "first telling," so he asked us to offer some suggestions for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll look for some more opportunities to hear professional storytellers. There's just some kind of innate purity to the art of storytelling. There's an intimacy to the stories that you don't find in the other forms of communication (novels, plays, movies, artwork).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some links to Sid Lieberman telling The Telltale Heart by Poe. There's a video &lt;a href="http://www.librarypoint.org/crrl_presents/wmv_sid_lieberman.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and just the audio &lt;a href="http://www.librarypoint.org/crrl_presents/wma_sid_lieberman.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115740379809232159?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115740379809232159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115740379809232159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115740379809232159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115740379809232159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/storytelling-at-celtic-knot-pub.html' title='Storytelling at the Celtic Knot Pub'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115716437719944214</id><published>2006-09-01T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:32:57.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of changes these days. It seems that everything's happening all at once (except the birth of the new baby, thank goodness). Last weekend Dad and I rearranged the furniture, but we left everything else strewn about. At the beginning of the week Kristin picked most things up, and generally created order out of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Parents' Orientation Day at Kathryn's new pre-school. She's attending "Joyful Noise" pre-school at the local Presbyterian church on M-W-F afternoons. On that first day, I think Kristin and I were more nervous than she was. Despite being an "only child," Kathryn had no trouble jumping right into the fray with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next week, Kathryn will have dance class on Tuesday mornings. But we were still busy, because Kristin's parents dropped by on Tuesday to spend the night on their way to Michigan. McHenry was a bit out of their way, but it was nice of them to stop by while they were in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Kathryn's official First Day of School, and my mom came up from Joliet to help Kristin paint Kathryn's room (pink, of course). I came home for lunch to wish Kathryn well for her first day, and I admit to being a little sentimental. My little girl's going to school now! It's just another of those little steps towards independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was the first night for AWANA at our church. We decided to let Kathryn try it and see if she's ready for it. Technically AWANA starts at Kindergarten, but I think they'll make an exception for Kathryn. Everyone at church knows her, and the AWANA staff had already unofficially suggested that we should try to enroll Kathryn. Plus, since I've been looking to get involved with another ministry at church, I offered my help. They immediately sent Kathryn downstairs with the other kids, and they put me to work outside with the campfire. There were already four youth out there, and they didn't seem to need the help. But they made me feel very welcome, and Kathryn and I both had an incredible evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is now our only day of the week without any scheduled activities. Mom and Kristin continued painting Kathryn's room, and Kathryn slept in the "playroom" on the air mattress (which she absolutely loved)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Kathryn went back to school, and I think she's starting to get the hang of it. Or... at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting used to the idea. :-) I'm just glad we have a three-day weekend to recover from all these upheavals. As long as nothing blows up over the weekend, I should be ready to face the world again on Tuesday. &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm gonna play some much-needed World of Warcraft. Next time I'll have to tell you about yesterday's trip to Evanston, and about the cute, but sappy romance movie I finished watching last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115716437719944214?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115716437719944214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115716437719944214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115716437719944214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115716437719944214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115664668476508800</id><published>2006-08-26T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:43:02.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day (kinda)</title><content type='html'>Kristin and I decided that we're going to stay in our little house for another year. We're gonna build up a little more equity, finish Kristin's student loan, pay off some of the bills from my surgery, and try again next year. So, obviously, we needed to do a serious re-organization in order to make room for Baby Howk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, I enlisted my Dad's assistance today. He drove up here this morning, and we spent the day moving furniture from room to room. The "master plan" is to make the computer room into a playroom, so we can give Kathryn some place to keep her toys. The kids will both sleep in Kathryn's room (we'll see if it works). We'll have to be flexible on that one: maybe allowing Kathryn to sleep in a sleeping bag or on the couch once in a while (which she enjoys anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make room in the computer room, we moved the bookshelves into the front room, and the computers into the master bedroom. Moving the computers was our biggest challenge. Neither my Dad nor I are "skilled" electricians. We can set up a computer in no time, but when it comes to running wires and crimping connectors, we're lost. We needed to move the cable modem from the computer room &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the way to the other side of the house, through the crawl space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we examined the wires, and considered our options. We finally decided to use the existing cable modem coax wire (if it would stretch far enough). But that would require us to cut off the existing connector, strip the wire, and crimp a new connector onto it. After a trip to Radio Shack, and after spending some joint-numbing minutes in the crawl space, we began our "delicate" work of adding the new connector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we fixed it up, we obviously wanted to see if it would work. All of the computer parts were still in the computer room. So I grabbed a power cord out of the jumble of cords, and rushed to see if our wiring job held good. We plugged it in, and after a few breathless moments, both the "Power" light and the "Cable" light came on. Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you have ever had to pick &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; power cord out of a tangled mess of cords, you might be able to anticipate what happened next. In my rush to test the coax, I paid insufficient attention to both the precise voltage of my power cord (12 V), and the precise power tolerance of my modem (10 V). Thus, ironically, while congratulating ourselves on successfully moving the cable modem, my father and I heard a dreadful "pop". Immediately, we saw (and smelled) smoke issuing from inside the cable modem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, once I found the correct power cord, the modem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; works. But just to be on the safe side, we're having Comcast bring us another one on Thursday. In the meantime, we just won't leave it plugged in overnight: we'd hate to have an electrical fire on our hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, Dad and I had a very successful day. And it was great fun to be able to spend the whole day with him -- he always cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115664668476508800?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115664668476508800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115664668476508800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115664668476508800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115664668476508800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-day-kinda.html' title='Moving Day (kinda)'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115657198134237430</id><published>2006-08-26T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:02:34.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Laura Smith</title><content type='html'>Today we attended the funeral for Laura Smith, an 81 year-old woman who attended our church. She is survived by her husband Lon, and her three children, Michael, Tom, and Patty. I wanted to share a few thoughts about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Laura very well. We met Lon and Laura the first day we came to visit the McHenry EFC. They were standing in the foyer, greeting everyone who came in. I later discovered that they'd been the greeters for three years. They would continue as the greeters for the next four and a half years (to the present day). For the first two years Lon couldn't remember my name, but he kept trying. I think he still calls Kristin "Christian", but I'm not sure. Then we'd walk over and say hello to Laura. She started losing her eyesight a few years ago, but she still smiled as much as ever. I think she took her cues from Lon's voice, because as soon as he said, "Hello Mike!" Laura extended her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the service, they could sometimes be found snoozing in the fourth or fifth row. But I don't think they missed a single service in the time we've been there. Even when Laura was in the hospital, Lon would still try to be in church. Last Sunday (the Sunday after Laura died), Lon wasn't there when the service started. Our church chairman announced Laura's passing, and a few minutes later Lon arrived with his son, Tom. Even now it brings tears to my eyes, remembering him walking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few months after we started attending the church, Lon called us out of the blue and asked if we'd like to go "out on his boat". Since neither Kristin nor I are very sociable, and we tend to be uncomfortable around the river, we declined. Little did we know that Lon could be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; persistent. He called again the next week, and the next week. We finally accepted (along with a two year-old Kathryn) and out we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to expect. After all, Lon was in his early 80s, and I figured we'd just float around on the river for a few hours. I was sorely mistaken. Lon likes speed. He especially likes racing other boats on the river. And on that trip I discovered that there aren't many boats that can beat him on the river either. I'd never traveled that fast (over 80 mph) on water before. My favorite memory was of a race against a boat of young adults (early 20s). We were slowly driving through the "no-wake" area when Lon leaned over and said, "These kids behind us are going to pass us as soon as we get to open water." Sure enough, when the river opened up, they zoomed past. Lon let them get about 50 yards ahead before he punched it. I'll never forget the looks on their faces as we zipped past them. They were very good-natured about it; they cheered us on as we flew by. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was pretty much the only time I saw either of them outside of church. Remember, I said I didn't know them very well. So why has her death affected me so much? I don't really know. I just know that I'm very sad for Lon, because he hasn't had to live without Laura since they were married 61 years ago. I can't even imagine what he must be going through. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever meet, and it pains me to see him hurting like this. So if you remember Lon over the next few days or weeks, please pray for him and for his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115657198134237430?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115657198134237430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115657198134237430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115657198134237430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115657198134237430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/remembering-laura-smith.html' title='Remembering Laura Smith'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115638368378506710</id><published>2006-08-23T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:41:23.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Day Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/DSCN0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/DSCN0906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearly Kathryn intends to make "taking out the garbage" a part of her weekly chores. She's very good at doing her chores when either Kristin or I are involved. But getting her to do her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; chores is very trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an earlier picture of Kathryn "helping" with the garbage a few years ago. I weathered considerable light-hearted criticism because of this picture: foremost being the accusations of "slave-driver". Thus I have not yet captured a picture of Kathryn wheeling the recycle bin (almost taller than she is) out to the curb. But she takes great pride in her accomplishments, and I'll do almost anything to make her happy... even if it involves giving her some extra chores (strange though that sounds).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115638368378506710?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115638368378506710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115638368378506710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115638368378506710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115638368378506710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/garbage-day-again.html' title='Garbage Day Again'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115621489839165586</id><published>2006-08-21T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:48:18.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind on my Movies</title><content type='html'>I'm falling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; behind on my movie reviews, so I'm going to play "catch-up" tonight. I finally saw "Edward Scissorhands" but it didn't really grab me. I think it was a bit too heavy-handed for me, and the comedy was too monotonous. (After all, how many different jokes can you tell about a guy who has scissors for hands?) I think, if Edward had been a more talkative character, he could have added some much-needed witty dialog. I much prefer Burton's "Big Fish," which is very similar to Scissorhands in many respects. But Big Fish adds several extra interesting characters (like the twins, Danny DeVito as the circus ringleader, and Steve Buscemi as the poet). Plus the main character (played by Ewan McGregor) has a wry sense of humor lacking in Edward Scissorhands. If you're in the mood for a quirky dramacomedy, check out Big Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a chance to see "The Illusionist" (with Edward Norton and Paul Giamatti -- not to be confused with "The Prestige" with Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman). A bit slow, but I absolutely loved it! It's a fairly standard love story (peasant boy falls in love with noble girl; fast-forward 15 years; noble girl engaged to wed evil prince; peasant boy returns to thwart evil prince's wedding plans; etc.) But about midway through, the story turns into a sort of mystery/political-thriller. The title derives from the fact that the peasant boy has become a famous illusionist, and supposedly all of the magic tricks were actually being performed at the time the movie takes place (1900's Vienna). Unfortunately, some of the visual effects are a bit too obvious, leading us to believe that our illusionist actually possesses supernatural powers. I was caught up in the story immediately, and the ending neatly tied up all of the loose ends. Very highly recommended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115621489839165586?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115621489839165586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115621489839165586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115621489839165586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115621489839165586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/falling-behind-on-my-movies.html' title='Falling Behind on my Movies'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115569793968026772</id><published>2006-08-15T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:12:19.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Day</title><content type='html'>Every morning, Kathryn sees me off to work. Kristin's normally still in bed when I leave, but Kathryn always wants to be out of bed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I leave. If she doesn't wake up before I do, it's my job to wake her up. This morning, Kathryn came into our bedroom before either Kristin or I awoke. She was very excited because (as she said), "Guess what? It's Tuesday!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK? What does that mean?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow is Wednesday!!!" she announced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wondered aloud, "And why is that important?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because Wednesday is garbage day. I want to get dressed first-thing in the morning to help you take out the garbage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now normally on Wednesday mornings, she watches me take out the garbage. But because she's still in her pajamas (or, as is more customary, in her underwear) I don't have the time to wait for her to get dressed so she can "help" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give it any more thought during the day. But as I was coming home from a meeting at church, the sight of my neighbors' garbage cans reminded me of Kathryn's announcement this morning. So I asked Kristin if Kathryn had mentioned anything more about "helping" me the next morning. Kristin told me that, before Kathryn went to bed, she announced her intention of getting dressed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; the next morning. She even asked Kristin to lay out a pair of pants for her, and to let her sleep in a t-shirt. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; my little helper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115569793968026772?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115569793968026772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115569793968026772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115569793968026772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115569793968026772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/garbage-day.html' title='Garbage Day'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115560590460036639</id><published>2006-08-14T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:50:53.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Payton's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Kathryn and I went down to Joliet on Saturday for my niece, Payton's, 3rd birthday (Terra's youngest daughter). It was nice to see everyone again, even though I didn't know half the people there. Obviously Scott's side of the family was there, so I was already at a disadvantage. And I can't really recognize many of my cousins on Pat's side of the family either, because I don't see them all that often. Add to that the fact that most of them are married, with children, and I was lucky to know about 25% of the attendees. But that didn't really matter, because we were all just playing with the kids anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra and Scott put up one of those big inflatable "moon walk" things. I don't have any experience with those things, but this one looked really neat. There was a big slide inside, and the kids were reaching some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; velocities by using blankets to zoom down. I tried it only once, and I found out why the "Rules for Safe Use" warned against letting any part of your body touch the slide &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; a blanket. I climbed to the top with Payton and Kathryn. I sat on the blanket, and they sat on my lap. I was unprepared for the speed of our descent, and that (plus their weight) caused me to lose my balance temporarily. I used my right elbow to right myself, and immediately regretted it. It suddenly felt as though my flesh was being burned completely off my elbow. I'm exaggerating a bit, but it still hurt a lot. When we stopped, Kathryn and Payton grabbed the blanket and went up for another run. I just laid there for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I pride myself on: I'm pretty good at buying gifts for my nieces and nephews (probably because I'm still, mentally, about 10 years old). In this case, I had Kathryn to help me. I asked Kathryn to choose between some stuffed animals, and an animal hospital (with pretend medical tools, three little animals, and a little place to house them). She chose the animal hospital. When Payton opened her gifts, she kept going back to our little animal hospital, and asking Terra to open it for her. It took us a while to get her to pay attention to opening the rest of her gifts. Score one point for Uncle Michael and Cousin Kathryn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115560590460036639?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115560590460036639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115560590460036639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115560590460036639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115560590460036639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/paytons-birthday.html' title='Payton&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115527299388436169</id><published>2006-08-11T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:09:53.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who pays for political stupidity? We do.</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of excerpts from a story on &lt;a href="http://www.gamepolitics.com"&gt;gamepolitics.com&lt;/a&gt; about Blagojevich's failed attempt to regulate the sale of violent video games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;$510,528.64: the amount the State of Illinois must reimburse the video game industry for legal fees incurred fighting Gov. Rod Blagojevich's failed video game law,&lt;a href="http://gamepolitics.livejournal.com/148962.html"&gt; ruled unconstitutional&lt;/a&gt; by a Federal District Court judge last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Judge Kennelly's rulings send two irrefutable messages,&lt;/i&gt;" said ESA boss Doug Lowenstein. "&lt;i&gt;Not only are efforts to ban the sale of violent video games clearly unconstitutional, they are a waste of taxpayer dollars. The sad fact is that the State of Illinois knew this law was unconstitutional from the beginning. Taxpayers have a right to know that over half a million of their dollars and countless government hours were thrown away in this fruitless effort.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you want to read the whole article, it's near the bottom of &lt;a href="http://gamepolitics.livejournal.com/2006/08/10/"&gt;this page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115527299388436169?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115527299388436169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115527299388436169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115527299388436169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115527299388436169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-pays-for-political-stupidity-we-do.html' title='Who pays for political stupidity? We do.'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115517411425684073</id><published>2006-08-09T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:42:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosening Summer's Hold</title><content type='html'>While driving home from work today, I witnessed the first signs of Summer's Defeat: three dead leaves fell onto my car from the overhanging tree! Oh glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I love autumn! And I absolutely can't stand summer. I don't understand it. Most people seem to enjoy the sweltering heat, the annoying bugs, and the high pollen count. But I am not one of them. I prefer the crisp, cool air, the Holiday preparations, the smell of burning leaves, and pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm trying to scare up interest in a "Welcome to Autumn" party on September 22 (Lord of the Rings fans will understand the reference). Jeff has already been asked to find the biggest free-standing tree he can for the event. Everyone will be asked to bring some food to share, and a "mathom". For those who don't know, Tolkien defines a mathom like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Anything that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a mathom. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms, and many of the presents that passed from hand to hand were of that sort"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you have any other ideas to incorporate into the inaugural event, let me know. It should be a blast! So come and enjoy the arrival of autumn with us. More details to follow as the date approaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115517411425684073?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115517411425684073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115517411425684073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115517411425684073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115517411425684073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/loosening-summers-hold.html' title='Loosening Summer&apos;s Hold'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115517250277495301</id><published>2006-08-09T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:15:02.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Yankees vs. Chicago White Sox</title><content type='html'>On Monday, Amber announced that she was the winner of an office drawing for four tickets to the Yankees/White Sox game last night (Tuesday). So, I called Kristin to ask if she'd like to go. Unfortunately, she had a Women's Ministry meeting last night, but she authorized Kathryn and me to go. Bill and Amber were both going to come too. But since Bill wasn't going to be able to leave work until the start of the game, we decided to drive separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-08-08%2C%20Yankees%20vs.%20White%20Sox%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-08-08%2C%20Yankees%20vs.%20White%20Sox%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Kathryn and I arrived at "U.S. Cellular Field" at about 6:30, and found our seats (on the main level, third-base side, only seventeen rows from the field)! Kathryn slept a bit on the way down, so I wasn't too worried about missing her bedtime. The game started at 7:05. Kathryn understands enough baseball terminology to follow some of the plays, but she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; more interested in the food, of course. Earlier in the day, we found out at the allergist's that Kathryn is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; allergic to peanuts, so we avoided them completely. But she enjoyed a lot of the other "junk" food at the park. Her favorite was a Lemon Ice at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-08-08%2C%20Yankees%20vs.%20White%20Sox%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-08-08%2C%20Yankees%20vs.%20White%20Sox%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very glad the White Sox managed to hit a couple home runs, so Kathryn could see the celebratory fireworks. Round about the eighth inning, Kathryn asked if we could leave. We still didn't get home until about 11:00. She enjoyed her "first professional baseball game" (as she puts it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115517250277495301?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115517250277495301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115517250277495301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115517250277495301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115517250277495301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-york-yankees-vs-chicago-white-sox.html' title='New York Yankees vs. Chicago White Sox'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115497472316967442</id><published>2006-08-07T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:18:43.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovie Smith's son on the TIU coaching staff</title><content type='html'>I just found &lt;a href="http://www.chicagobears.com/news/newsDetail.jsp?id=16435"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; on the Chicago Bears website. I guess there's another small Bears connection to our alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we're planning to go see the Homecoming game this year on October 7th. I'm not sure what other events they've planned, but since this is "technically" the ten-year reunion for many of us, I figured we may as well stop by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115497472316967442?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115497472316967442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115497472316967442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115497472316967442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115497472316967442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/lovie-smiths-son-on-tiu-coaching-staff.html' title='Lovie Smith&apos;s son on the TIU coaching staff'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115492309655854733</id><published>2006-08-06T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:58:16.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Big Momma</title><content type='html'>Remember Big Momma (the big spider who successfully defends our front door each summer)? You may remember that last month I tried to relocate her, so I could get rid of the unsightly webs she places all around our front porch. Well, she's back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked Kathryn up tonight after her trip to Iowa. But when we got home, there was Big Momma sitting on the house, right by the walkway to the porch. I wondered if she held any animosity towards me. After all, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; forced her out of her comfy little corner by the door. Sure enough, I could just barely make out the thin strands of webbing stretched between the house and the porch railing -- we'd have to walk through them to get to the front door. I foresaw hundreds of tiny filaments clinging to my body; webbing streaming out behind me. And on the end: Big Momma, crawling inexorably towards the creature who dared disturb her lair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked. I ran through the web, frantically chopping through the web with my arms. If you've seen Toy Story, picture Buzz Lightyear's "Karate Chop Action", and you'll have a good idea how silly I must have looked. I figured that if she attached herself to my arms, at least I'd have a chance to fling her into the yard when she tried to sink her fangs into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she just sat there, laughing at me. So I got Kathryn out of the car (I didn't want Kathryn "endangered" during my mad dash through the web), and we went inside. I wonder if I'll have to go through the same thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115492309655854733?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115492309655854733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115492309655854733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115492309655854733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115492309655854733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-of-big-momma.html' title='The Return of Big Momma'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115492141221532382</id><published>2006-08-06T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:30:12.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathryn to Iowa</title><content type='html'>Kathryn stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell in Iowa this weekend. We chose the Culvers in Rock Falls, IL as our meeting place (since it's roughly two hours from both McHenry and Iowa City). I don't have many details, but I know she went to the Childrens' Museum, to a Hooverball game (don't ask), to a concert, and to some fireworks. She also "helped" to prepare the communion for Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK; I just got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;details. She's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be asleep, but she came into the computer room as I was typing. She wanted to show me a "pinch" on her hand. I guess she was racing somewhere with Grandma, and she (somehow) pinched her hand in the closet door (I think). I just typed in what she told me, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I had my hand out. I was trying to stop myself from sliding so I wouldn't get pinched. I didn't want to get pinched, which means I didn't want to get hurt. But I got pinched anyway. And Grandma decided to put ice on it, but that made it hurt even more! It must have been a really tough pinch if putting ice on it made it hurt even more.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So there you have it. Straight from Kathryn herself. Now she's going to go show Mommy her "tough pinch".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115492141221532382?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115492141221532382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115492141221532382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115492141221532382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115492141221532382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/kathryn-to-iowa.html' title='Kathryn to Iowa'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115465426438139872</id><published>2006-08-03T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:17:44.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>There is a really cool web game that's going around at my workplace. It's called simply &lt;a href="http://2addicted.com/words"&gt;Words&lt;/a&gt;, and it's great fun. Tonight I reached my personal best of 1230. It's basically a typing game. Words scroll in from the right, and you need to type in the complete word before it reaches the left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manyof you have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; competitive streak in you. Who can beat me? I'm sure Jeffrey could do it, and maybe Amber (especially with her new data entry training). Randy... you'll probably want to sit this one out. My old nemesis; how are your typing skills? And what about you, Mom? Send me your top scores, and we'll see. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115465426438139872?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115465426438139872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115465426438139872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115465426438139872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115465426438139872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115453696803875590</id><published>2006-08-02T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:42:48.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Enchanted Castle</title><content type='html'>I had an extrememly hard time deciding what to do with Kathryn last Saturday. It was another ultra-hot day, so I didn't want to spend too much time outdoors. I thought about taking her to the pool, but I knew we wouldn't be able to spend enough time there to fill the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remembered that the Carlisle's sent us a list of places around the area where they often take their kids. Unfortunately, that was one of the few e-mails they sent to my work e-mail address. I.S. has been regularly purging that stuff, so that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e-mail is now beyond recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, while hunting in vain for that e-mail, I came across another of their suggestions: the Enchanted Castle in Lombard (basically a glorified Chuck E Cheese). So that's where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Kathryn that I was taking her to "a surprise" for lunch, and then going to Joliet for dinner. She&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tried to trick me into giving away the "surprise". First she asked if we were going to Joliet for lunch too. Then she asked if she'd ever been there before. Finally she said, "Daddy, what if I don't like what they have to eat? You should tell me where we're going so I'll know if I'll like their food." I assured her that she'd like it and just kept driving. Finally she tried the "sad eyes" treatment on me: "Daddy, I'm scared because I don't know where we're going. You should tell me so I won't be scared." &lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, once we arrived, she was amazed! We were able to make our favorite kind of pizza there (pepperoni, black olives, and sweet BBQ sauce). Much better than the stuff Chuck E Cheese tries to pass off as pizza. Then we hit the miniature golf. She's getting much better with the putter; she doesn't just push the ball around anymore, and she's starting to figure out how to line it up for a "good" shot. The mini golf had a "haunted house" theme, so they had a bunch of "black light" all over the place. She'd never seen a "black light" before, so she was preoccupied with her glowing socks and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went to the kids climbing area, and spent a good hour bouncing around and playing "Super Heroes" with the other kids. After that, she beat me at air hockey for a while (but they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; games). :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing we did before we left was the go-cart. I'd never driven one of those things before, but we had a great time. Kathryn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claims&lt;/span&gt; that she doesn't like "fast rides", but she always loves the faster stuff at amusement parks. So we both had a fantastic time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left, Kathryn made me promise to bring her back some day. It's quite a drive to get down there, but we'll definitely add it to our list of "Cool Places to take Kathryn".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115453696803875590?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115453696803875590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115453696803875590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115453696803875590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115453696803875590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-at-enchanted-castle.html' title='Saturday at the Enchanted Castle'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115409662840340128</id><published>2006-07-28T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:56:46.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sagebrush Acquisition</title><content type='html'>This acquisition obviously affects other people besides just the employees of both companies. Here's a link to a &lt;a href="http://www.winonadailynews.com/articles/2006/07/28/news/sage_0728.txt"&gt;news story&lt;/a&gt; from a local newspaper in Caledonia, MN (where one of the Sagebrush offices is based). Some quotes that kinda made me sad for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The number of Sagebrush Corp. employees in Caledonia, Minn., has fallen sharply since Sagebrush bought Caledonia-based Winnebago Software Co. in January 2000. Now the future of most of the remaining employees in Caledonia appears to be up in the air. Sagebrush, based in Minneapolis, has sold its library automation business to a competitor, Follett Software Co. of McHenry, Ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caledonia Mayor Michael Morey said he did not know what effect the sale might have on local employment. "I would hope they would find the employees here are hard working" and remain in Caledonia, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; I try to take &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=52&amp;chapter=12&amp;amp;verse=15&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Romans 12:15&lt;/a&gt; very seriously, so please pray for all the folks who are going to be affected by our acquisition. Even the people who might not be obvious (like the residents of the little town of Caledonia, MN).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115409662840340128?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115409662840340128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115409662840340128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115409662840340128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115409662840340128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/sagebrush-acquisition.html' title='Sagebrush Acquisition'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115379426986078615</id><published>2006-07-24T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:24:29.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellular Phones</title><content type='html'>There comes a moment in every cellular contract, when we as the consumers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have the advantage: the day the contract runs out. At that blessed moment, we are free to take our business elsewhere, without the specter of "cancellation fees" hanging over us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our case, since we happen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; our cellular carrier (Cingular), we decided to pay them a visit to "upgrade" our phones. Unfortunately, it's not quite that simple. In order to upgrade the phone, one must navigate carefully through the "sales pitch" minefield, as the sales associates try to convince one to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Add new service&lt;br /&gt;2) Add another line&lt;br /&gt;3) Increase ones minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it particularly humorous when my salesman began his pitch: "You might be interested in adding a few more night/weekend minutes to your plan. You've only got 600 anytime minutes between the two phones." Remember that Cingular is the carrier that lets people "rollover" unused minutes from one month to the next. So I asked him, "How many rollover minutes do we have on our plan?" He checked the computer, then grinned and said, "I don't think you'll be needing any extra minutes... you've got over 8000 in there." He was a really good sport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115379426986078615?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115379426986078615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115379426986078615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379426986078615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379426986078615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/cellular-phones.html' title='Cellular Phones'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115379328788210555</id><published>2006-07-24T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:08:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In all fairness...</title><content type='html'>In all fairness to Mr. James Newton Howard, I must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amend my review of "Lady in the Water." His score was, as always, superb! He has scored the last five Shyamalan movies, and they're all extremely well-done. The music was definitely the best part of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! Now my conscience is clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115379328788210555?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115379328788210555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115379328788210555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379328788210555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379328788210555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-all-fairness.html' title='In all fairness...'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115379306223392596</id><published>2006-07-24T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:04:22.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Fun</title><content type='html'>Saturday was my "fun day" with Kathryn. First we went down to Wheeling to Pita Inn for lunch (one of our favorite places). Kathryn always gets the rice, and I always get the shawarma lunch with a bit of hummus. In order to get Kathryn to try the shawarma meat, I started calling it "sausage meat", and she's loved it ever since. Chris and I found Pita Inn back when we were both living &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; closer to Wheeling. We used to go there for supper every one or two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this Saturday we met "uncle" Chris and Emily there. They were in the middle of their own Daddy/Daughter weekend, since Mary and Nathan went out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kathryn wanted to go to the park (since it was such a nice day). We went to a park in Arlington Heights which has a little playground. We heard some seagulls, and when we went to investigate, we found a little beach. We waded into the water a bit, and Kathryn had a blast running around in the sand and the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ran some errands, played at the park a bit more, and went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115379306223392596?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115379306223392596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115379306223392596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379306223392596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115379306223392596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-fun.html' title='Saturday Fun'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115368061530759951</id><published>2006-07-23T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:50:15.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in the Water</title><content type='html'>Ick! I was decidedly unimpressed with Shyamalan's latest movie. As I sat through it, I found myself thinking, "If this story was in any way believable, I might really like this movie." Unfortunately, it was an almost nonsensical mash of strange creatures, bizarre "rules" (never explained), and overly gullible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the two friends who went with me (Amber and Sadi) both loved it. As we talked about it afterwards, we decided that if you can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; suspend your disbelief, you stand a good chance of enjoying the movie. If, however, you ever find yourself saying, "This is stupid," you may as well just leave the theater immediately (because it's only going to get worse). It didn't help that all of the characters seem to believe implicitly in this outlandish fairy tale. If they'd included a few scenes where the characters &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; came to belief, I might have been able to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; Shyamalan movie about faith and destiny, go rent "Signs". But if you decide to see "Lady in the Water" anyway, try to suspend your disbelief. If you actually like the movie, please let me know. I hope I'm in the minority on this one... but I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115368061530759951?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115368061530759951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115368061530759951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115368061530759951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115368061530759951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/lady-in-water.html' title='Lady in the Water'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115336876005290041</id><published>2006-07-19T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:30:04.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle, Washington</title><content type='html'>Apparently this is the year for everyone to go to Seattle. Bill and Jen went there last month, the Carlisle's were just there a few weeks ago, and the Nelson's will be there next month. Everyone I know has told me that I should absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Seattle (given my hatred of hot summer weather). I'd love to test this theory someday. Until then, I did a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; bit of research on my own, with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com"&gt;weather.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the averages for both &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/wxclimatology/monthly/graph/60050?from=month_bottomnav_undeclared"&gt;McHenry, IL&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/weather/wxclimatology/monthly/graph/USWA0395?from=search"&gt;Seattle, WA&lt;/a&gt;. For temperature, Seattle wins easily. In McHenry we go from an average 28° &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; in January, all the way to a uncomfortably toasty 82° in July. Seattle has much more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; temperatures: from 46° in December and January, to 76° in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the first thing people think of when they hear "Seattle" is "rain". Surprisingly, the average total precipitation for Seattle is only 37.07", compared with McHenry's 36.50". I can happily live with an extra half-inch of rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll have to take a trip out there, just to see if everyone is right. But judging from the data, I'm not so sure I should go... I might never come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115336876005290041?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115336876005290041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115336876005290041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115336876005290041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115336876005290041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/seattle-washington.html' title='Seattle, Washington'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115327718901538696</id><published>2006-07-18T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:46:29.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Shedd Aquarium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-15%2C%20Trip%20to%20Shedd%27s%20Aquarium%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-15%2C%20Trip%20to%20Shedd%27s%20Aquarium%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, Kathryn and I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go camping with Bill, Jen, Amber, and Sarah. Fortunately, as last weekend was the hottest weekend of the summer, we decided to go down to the Shedd Aquarium in Chicago. We all met at the train station near Sarah's house. Kathryn and I had a momentary detour, after she uttered those words every parent dreads: "Daddy, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; have to go to the bathroom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now!&lt;/span&gt;" At that point there's no reason to ask, "Why didn't you go before we left," but we all it do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-15%2C%20Trip%20to%20Shedd%27s%20Aquarium%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-15%2C%20Trip%20to%20Shedd%27s%20Aquarium%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it to the station in plenty of time, and 90 minutes or so later, we were in Union Station. I'd forgotten how cool that station looks. I normally take the Union Pacific Northwest line, which comes into the newer Ogilvie Center. Union Station is right next to my favorite building in the world: the Sears Tower. There was a time when I used to walk past Sears Tower every other Saturday, but I hadn't been back to Union Station in almost 14 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aquarium was very nice. Kathryn and I both consider the penguins our favorite exhibit. We could watch them for hours. We also saw a few eels during feeding time. Unfortunately, only one of the eels actually ate anything: he snapped up everything they dropped into the tank before the other eel could react. Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, we all came back up north and went to Gino's in Lake Zurich for dinner. Then Kathryn and I went down to Schaumburg, where we stayed for the night. We didn't get there until 11:00, and we didn't actually get to sleep until midnight or so. Kathryn wanted some "music" on, but since we didn't have a radio in the room, we turned on "Command Decisions" on History International. I figured she'd be so tired (and so bored) that she'd fall asleep instantly. Little did I know that "Command Decisions" includes a lot of multiple-choice military questions, which (for some reason) interested Kathryn very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Woodfield Mall for a while. I made another mistake by going into the Lego store with Kathryn. I didn't know they had a whole princess-themed set of Legos! "That was an important piece of information, wouldn't you say?" Fortunately, Kathryn doesn't often make a fuss about buying toys right away. She'll just calmly mention, "Daddy, maybe I could get this for my birthday or Christmas...?" in a cute little expectant tone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115327718901538696?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115327718901538696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115327718901538696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115327718901538696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115327718901538696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/trip-to-shedd-aquarium.html' title='Trip to Shedd Aquarium'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115275673210817618</id><published>2006-07-12T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:12:12.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>The latest DVD to arrive in the mail was the new version of "Pride and Prejudice". I probably wouldn't have even considered watching it... except that Keira Knightley starred in it. But I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It had some very snappy dialog, and more than a little humor. I was pleasantly surprised that Dame Judi Dench was also in the movie. I always enjoy listening to her: she's got a tough, no-nonsense delivery that adds that little extra edge to all of her dialog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story seemed relatively straight-forward, so I'm sure they cut out a lot of detail from the book. Of course, never having read the novel, I have no idea what they changed in the movie. Still, even though it's a romance, I really enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115275673210817618?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115275673210817618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115275673210817618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115275673210817618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115275673210817618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115259272003630714</id><published>2006-07-10T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:38:59.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady in the Water "First Listen"</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot! The guy who runs SoundtrackNet just added a "&lt;a href="http://www.soundtrack.net/features/article/?id=200"&gt;First Listen&lt;/a&gt;" for the "Lady in the Water" soundtrack (by James Newton Howard). He has 16 thirty-second clips from the soundtrack up at &lt;a href="http://www.soundtrack.net"&gt;Soundtrack.net&lt;/a&gt;, along with a description of the music on each track. If you think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; detailed about soundtrack music, you should check out Dan Goldwasser's site. He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; knows soundtracks!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115259272003630714?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115259272003630714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115259272003630714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115259272003630714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115259272003630714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/lady-in-water-first-listen.html' title='Lady in the Water &quot;First Listen&quot;'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115258538560661444</id><published>2006-07-10T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:14:57.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting People</title><content type='html'>About a year ago, I started going to the local health club twice a week. And during that time, I learned a very important lesson. There are two places in the world where you should never, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;, initiate a conversation with your fellow man, no matter how friendly you might wish to be: the Department of Motor Vehicles, and the health club locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the DMV is a given -- everyone already knows what kind of crazy people live there. But never having been to the health club, I naively thought that it was possible to have a nice, friendly conversation. After many strange (one-sided) discussions involving: alien abductions, the inevitable Communist takeover of the United States, and the general unfairness of life, I decided to simply ignore everyone. The last straw was one poor guy who just wanted to tell his life story to someone... anyone! As it turns out, he was feeling depressed because some woman he barely knew filed for a restraining order against him. I told him, "Life really is unfair," and beat a hasty retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I accidentally spoke to someone. As I was just heading out of the locker room to begin my workout, a guy came in wearing a shirt which read (in HUGE letters), "Body Piercing saved my life!" My curiosity got the better of me, so I asked, pointing at his shirt, "How did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; happen?" He said, "You need to read the back for it to make sense." On the back of his shirt was a picture of Jesus' nail-pierced hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I'm a believer, I thought that was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; creative shirt, and told him so. Unfortunately, like a good evangelist, he began to quote Scripture at me, attempting to convince me of my need for a Savior. I tried several different times to let him know that I was already a believer, but I think he was on auto-pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I tried the old standby of finishing the Bible quotes that he'd begin. So when he'd say, "The Bible says that 'He was wounded for our transgressions...'," I'd chime in with, "'... and bruised for our iniquities.'" Nope. He kept going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told him, straight up, that I was a believer. No dice. I let him walk me through the four Spiritual Laws, proclaiming my assent to each point. No good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, he was truly launched and well away. I started throwing the occasional "Amen" and "Yes Lord" into the conversation, thinking that some charismatic display was called for. Not good enough. I eventually escaped only by sticking my headphones on and shouting, "Well, I've had a wonderful chat with you, but I've gotta get to my workout now. See ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotta hand it to the guy. He was more bold with his faith than most people who call themselves Christian (including me). He seemed very concerned that I understood my need for a Savior. A bit over-zealous, obviously, but his heart was in the right place, and I admire him for that. So even though I can laugh at the experience, I wonder if he didn't have something to teach me about my own faith. Am I bold enough to present Christ to a stranger, just in casual conversation? All too often, I'm not. Maybe this was God's way of nudging me in the right direction. Tact definitely plays a part, but Christ still calls us to share our faith, wherever we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115258538560661444?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115258538560661444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115258538560661444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115258538560661444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115258538560661444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/interesting-people.html' title='Interesting People'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115246646548344322</id><published>2006-07-09T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:27:36.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates 2</title><content type='html'>Kristin and I saw Pirates 2 yesterday (my Mom and Frank were good enough to watch Kathryn for us). First of all, the reviewer I quoted a few days ago &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greatly &lt;/span&gt;overstated the movie's "scare" factor. There were a few really gross scenes, but nothing that was any more disgusting than the things that elementary-age boys will do in youth camps. There's no way I'd take Kathryn, because it's still really scary, and she doesn't like pirates enough to make the scares worthwhile. But somebody like Joshua (a soon-to-be six-year-old, who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; likes pirates) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;enjoy it... if his Mom and Dad see it first (so they know when to cover his eyes). (By the way, Happy Birthday to Joshua and Kristin, who share a July 12th birthday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it pains me to say it (because I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Superman fan), Pirates is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; superior summer movie than Superman Returns. Superman would have done far better if it had been released around September or October (after the summer movies, but before the heavy Oscar contenders). It just takes itself too seriously for a big summer blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates 2, on the other hand, really impressed me. In a word, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun!&lt;/span&gt; It was the perfect movie for the season. And it had just enough depth to make me want to see it again. Elizabeth's character development near the end of the movie was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;, the more so because it was foreshadowed earlier in the movie. Oh, and if you hate cliff-hangers, be warned that this film is an obvious setup for the inevitable third movie. I hope they filmed them both at the same time, because I don't want to have to wait years for the resolution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115246646548344322?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115246646548344322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115246646548344322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115246646548344322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115246646548344322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-2.html' title='Pirates 2'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115242510765523737</id><published>2006-07-08T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:21:39.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan and Brad's Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been able to update my blog in a few days because we've been down in Joliet for my cousin Megan's wedding! We had a great time all weekend, and Kathryn was a wonderful flower-girl. I'll include a few pictures here on the blog, but for a bigger set, you can go &lt;a href="http://www1.snapfish.com/share/p=78381152420242779/l=109181941/g=43386066/cobrandOid=1000131/otsc=SYE/otsi=SALB"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (they're very Kathryn-centric, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Thursday afternoon after I came home from work (I only worked a half-day). We were staying with my Dad and Pat, so we first dropped our stuff off at their place. The rehearsal was at the church at 6:00. Kathryn had been anticipating her role ever since Megan asked her to do it, so she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; excited. The rehearsal was a bit of an anti-climax for her -- I think she expected it to be more dramatic somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we followed everyone out to the rehearsal dinner at Brad's family's farm in Minooka. I hadn't been out that way since college; back when I had that creepy experience as a intern programmer at the family-owned locomotive company... but that's a story for another time. Brad's entire family is very hospitable. It felt very natural to spend time with them. Brad's nephew, Alex, was the ring-bearer, and even though he's four years older than Kathryn, he was a really good sport about keeping her occupied. Brad has attended many of our family-gatherings, and he's a very friendly person. I feel as though he's been a part of our family forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the rehearsal dinner, Megan and Brad gave gifts to all the attendants. Megan gave Kathryn a cool little Barbie "Fairie-topia" toy (she said Kathryn could bring it with her to the wedding so she wouldn't be too bored). She also gave Kathryn a beautiful cross necklace to wear for the wedding (you can see it in some of the pictures). By the way, this was just one of the many examples of how well Megan planned her wedding. She was extremely thoughtful the entire weekend. I've never attended a wedding that was better planned than this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the wedding, we ran into our first little snag. At first, Kathryn didn't want her hair done. But that minor problem was very quickly resolved. We developed a little mantra that we would mention whenever Kathryn looked like she was going to be obstinate. We'd ask, "Who's special day is it?" Then she'd answer, "Megan's." It was an easy way to remind Kathryn that she was there to make Megan's day special, not to whine about little things. And that was the only time Kathryn showed a hint of impatience with the wedding proceedings. She was very well-behaved all weekend, and we were all very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hadn't seen the full-effect of Kathryn's dress, her hair, the necklace, and the flower basket until I saw her coming down the aisle. No, I didn't start thinking about walking her down the aisle someday (those thoughts came later, at the reception). But she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; beautiful! She walked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; slowly, placing a petal with each step; first with the right hand, then with the left. She had a very determined look about her; very focused on her job. When she got to the front, she just walked back over to the fourth pew to sit with us, and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we forgot the "fairie-topia" toy. But fortunately, a Catholic service is much more interactive than our dry Protestant services. In our Protestant churches, we might have an awesome worship time at the beginning, but after that we just sit around and listen to someone else talk. In the Catholic Mass, there are all sorts of responsive readings, candles being lit, elements being prepared, bells ringing, alter boys carrying things around, kneeling, standing, etc. Kathryn was enthralled the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, as with most weddings, the picture-taking was a bit tiring. Kathryn's little smile kept looking more and more forced with each picture. By the time we went outside for the outdoor pictures, she barely acknowledged the photographer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20036.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she was really looking forward to the reception. She'd been told that there would be dancing, and she couldn't wait to show everyone her moves! She had us all cracking up! One bridesmaid in particular (Emily, I think, pictured behind Kathryn here) really took Kathryn under her wing. I was delighted to see how friendly everyone was to Kathryn, and how they went out of their way to make sure that she had a wonderful time. As you can see in the pictures, Kathryn absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; the dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-07-07%2C%20Megan%20and%20Brad%27s%20Wedding%20035.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was at the reception, when Megan and Uncle Bill were dancing, that I finally remembered that I'll probably be in Uncle Bill's shoes in twenty-odd years. Not soon enough to worry about, obviously, but still soon enough to make me get all sentimental. So when a slow song came on, and Kathryn took a break from her frenetic dancing, I picked her up for a little dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115242510765523737?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115242510765523737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115242510765523737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115242510765523737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115242510765523737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/megan-and-brads-wedding.html' title='Megan and Brad&apos;s Wedding!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115216101718396723</id><published>2006-07-05T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:48:26.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying out G-Mail</title><content type='html'>Google is expanding again, this time into the Web mail arena. Like yahooMail and hotMail, Google has a Beta version of G-Mail. I'm trying it out, and so far it looks really sweet! I'm not sure yet if I'm going to make it my primary e-mail or not. But just in case, if you think about it when you're sending me an e-mail at the normal address, could you also send a copy to &lt;a href="mailto:MervinBunter@gmail.com?subject=New%20Address"&gt;MervinBunter@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;? Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115216101718396723?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115216101718396723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115216101718396723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115216101718396723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115216101718396723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/trying-out-g-mail.html' title='Trying out G-Mail'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115206716136187753</id><published>2006-07-04T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:39:22.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting New People</title><content type='html'>Bill and Jen invited us over to their place for our annual 4th of July Cookout At Bill and Jen's. They also invited a family from their Sunday School class. It was really great to be able to meet them. They have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; children, all four-years-old or younger. Since Kristin and I are currently the only couple up here who have children (at least of those friends that we see on a regular basis), it was a great thrill to be able to spend time with another family with kids. It also helps to give Kathryn some time with other kids her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was again amazed at Kathryn's willingness to discuss overly analytical topics with me. We talked about:&lt;br /&gt;1. Whether "zero" was a number, since it means "nothing" (Kathryn asked this one).&lt;br /&gt;2. Whether it was correct to ask for a "sip" of ice cream, if it's already melted (I asked this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we decided that, yes, zero is still a number; and that you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; ask for a sip of ice cream, but only if it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; melted in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; not in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115206716136187753?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115206716136187753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115206716136187753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115206716136187753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115206716136187753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/meeting-new-people.html' title='Meeting New People'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115197702464208964</id><published>2006-07-03T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T20:37:04.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to Pirates...</title><content type='html'>The new Pirates movie is coming out next weekend, and it's going to be great fun... but according to at least one early review, it's not for the faint of heart. I know at least one family who will probably want to see it on opening weekend. So, just as a word of warning, I wanted to share some excerpts from one reviewer. He feels that the PG-13 rating doesn't quite go far enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...parents whose tiny tots are eager to see this movie ought to know what's in store for them. Here there be monsters. And not the happy, fluffy Pixar kind either; not even the scary but relatively agreeable skeletons from the first Pirates movie. This time around, they're the stuff of real nightmares: oozy Lovecraftian terrors borne in dark drowned places undisturbed by the tread of man. They scuttle with alien purpose across landscapes doused in seaweed and slime. Their visages speak to every goose walking over your grave, every clammy hand on your shoulder in the dark, everything that makes you close your eyes and pray to make it all go away. While the special effects that create them are both impressive and believable, their presence is not for the faint of heart. Nor are the film's more mundane examples of depravity: torture, cannibalism, decorative body parts, and one Mickey Mouse-approved instant where a raven plucks a man's wandering eye from its socket. Rarely has the PG-13 rating seemed more extreme (this film really deserves an R and shame on the MPAA for again caving in like the tools they so clearly are). Moms and dads looking for a fun family outing should give serious pause before exposing their kids to these, the Happiest Old Ones on Earth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since I haven't seen the movie, I can't verify any of this for myself. Kristin and I are definitely going to see it very soon after release, but it's definitely not a "family" film. You can read the whole review &lt;a href="http://www.flipsidemovies.com/piratesofthecaribbean2.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115197702464208964?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115197702464208964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115197702464208964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115197702464208964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115197702464208964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/looking-forward-to-pirates.html' title='Looking Forward to Pirates...'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115186666419741513</id><published>2006-07-02T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T17:03:40.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Speaking</title><content type='html'>According to Seinfeld:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;People's number-one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Now, this means to the average person, that if you have to go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a baby about public speaking. I was a nervous wreck this morning at church, and all I had to do was pray a couple times, make some announcments, and introduce the guest speaker. True, I didn't need to preach the message this time, but like most people, I absolutely detest standing up and speaking in front of anyone! Thank God that's over! I don't know how sales people, marketing folks, presenters, or professional speakers can stand up in front of people, day in and day out. I'd go totally bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine recently asked about my least favorite college class. It was a tie between Hesselgrave's Sociology class, and that one business class I had to take with... some retired Army general (or something like that -- does anyone remember that guy?) But worse than both of those was Speech class in high school. God, I hated that class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only really felt comfortable with public speaking in two cases (and neither one is really "public"): at work (when presenting code designs to the team), and during Bible Quizzing in high-school (when presenting my team's "contests").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone have any horror stories about public speaking you want to share? Or if you're one of the lucky ones who actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoys&lt;/span&gt; public speaking, how do you do it? E-mail me at &lt;a href="mailto:MervinBunter@comcast.net?subject=Public%20Speaking"&gt;MervinBunter@comcast.net&lt;/a&gt;. I'd love to hear about your experiences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115186666419741513?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115186666419741513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115186666419741513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115186666419741513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115186666419741513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/public-speaking.html' title='Public Speaking'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115181851583852175</id><published>2006-07-02T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:04:57.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Name, Hint #1</title><content type='html'>We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; we've got the baby's name picked out. There's obviously still time to change our minds, but we're starting to get used to this one. Of course, as with Kathryn, we're going to try to keep it a secret until she's born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for my own entertainment, I wanted to give you a hint. Kristin said it's OK to give this first hint, but nothing is guaranteed after this one: at least one of the baby's names (first and/or middle) can be found in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That should be just enough to drive my mom absolutely crazy. This is just a little payback for all the times she tortured Tracy and me with hints about our birthday/Christmas gifts when we were kids. (Love ya, Mom).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115181851583852175?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115181851583852175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115181851583852175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115181851583852175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115181851583852175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/babys-name-hint-1.html' title='Baby&apos;s Name, Hint #1'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115173665561996091</id><published>2006-07-01T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:50:55.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone, Night One</title><content type='html'>Well, Kristin and Kathryn are safely in Iowa for the weekend. Those of you who know me understand that whenever I'm home alone, I get freaked out by every little sound. I keep imagining that there's someone creeping around in the house. It doesn't help that Kristin packed up a bunch of boxes for me to take into storage tomorrow. I keep forgetting they're there. They've already startled me once, when I went out to the front room to investigate a "strange sound". The lights were off, and all I saw were these shadowy shapes on the floor. I'd just finished watching the new preview for "Lady in the Water" and in that instant I thought, "Zounds! Why are there three big, square-looking hellhounds sitting in our living room!" Of course, once I flipped the lights on, I was fine (and the "strange sound" was just the sound of my green hat falling off the shelf onto the floor). But I've got my trusty wooden Excalibur with me, so I'm sure I'll be able to deal with any heffalumps that come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of our Great Household Defender. Because Kristin's allergic to almost every type of animal in the world, we can't have a watchdog. So we've got the next best thing: "Big Momma." Big Momma is a spider who lives outside our front door. For the last two or three summers, she's done an admirable job keeping most of the insects outside, where they belong. The first summer we were here, everytime we opened the front door, a handfull of bugs would fly inside. That doesn't happen now that Big Momma is on guard. We have an understanding with her. I don't destroy her webs, and she stays outside and guards the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, now that we're trying to sell the house, we need to relocate Big Momma. She likes to leave the remnants of her webs all over the place out there. And though we've become used to her, most people would probably be turned off by the sight of her handiwork. So I think I'm going to have to break our side of the bargain. I only hope she understands why I'm asking her to leave. The last thing I want is for Big Momma to get angry with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115173665561996091?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115173665561996091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115173665561996091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115173665561996091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115173665561996091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-alone-night-one.html' title='Home Alone, Night One'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115158928138511669</id><published>2006-06-29T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T08:56:50.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Weekend</title><content type='html'>Kristin and Kathryn are going to Iowa for Karin's (rather late) baby shower this weekend. I can't go because I'm on the docket for Sunday morning church service. Our pastor is on sabbatical, and our youth pastor is out of town, so I've gotta run the service. We have a guest speaker (so thankfully I don't have to preach again), but I still need to welcome everyone, pray for the service, make the announcements, introduce the guest speaker, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because my family will be gone, I'm going to call upon my friends to help me avoid going stir crazy. I'd love to see you guys this weekend &amp;lt;hint, hint&amp;gt;! But I DO plan to see Superman again, this time at the IMAX 3-D, so if you want to join me, give me a call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115158928138511669?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115158928138511669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115158928138511669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115158928138511669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115158928138511669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/lonely-weekend.html' title='Lonely Weekend'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115154990746864985</id><published>2006-06-28T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:00:26.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McHenry Downtown Theater</title><content type='html'>Some of the best things about our little town of McHenry are the local businesses. And if you've never experienced the &lt;a href="http://www.suburbanchicagonews.com/opinions/columnists/moran/5_1_WA02_MORAN_S1.htm"&gt;McHenry Downtown Theater&lt;/a&gt;, you're missing one of the quaintest little theaters in the suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I already mentioned, Randy, Bill, and I saw "Superman Returns" at the McHenry Downtown last night. I promised to talk a bit more about the theater itself, because I just love the "feeling" of the place. It's hidden right in the middle of downtown McHenry, just off the Fox River. It's a tiny, two-screen classic theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It re-opened in 2004 (I think) under new management. Because it was a cute local place, we started attending as often as we could. The prices are incredibly reasonable (for adults: $3.00 matinee, $5.00 evening). They offer free refils on all sizes of popcorn and drinks. They'll even fetch it for you, so you don't need to get up and miss the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually became acquainted with the manager there (a man named Scott, who looks a bit like a jovial Lex Luthor). He's a very friendly guy, who obviously has a great love of movies and of movie theaters. They have an Oscar Party every year. Last year, Scott started showing classic movies at midnight the first Friday night of every month. He started with The Godfather, and he said that he wasn't sure anyone would show up. Randy and I were the first customers that night. Eventually 20 other people joined us, and the Midnight Classics have continue to this day (he's showing "Raiders of the Lost Ark" next, on July 7th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was another fantastic experience. Because it's such a cute little place, there was quite the party atmosphere. Scott met us at the door and told us some good news: they'd recently purchased the McHenry Drive-In (another piece of local cinema history)! Somehow we started talking about visiting the projection room, and Scott offered to give us the tour after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the movie started, the local manager (not Scott) came in and made a few announcements (the refill policy, and that he hoped we would enjoy the movie). Then, as they always do, he started the "trivia" contest. Basically they come up with three questions about the upcoming movie, and whoever answers correctly wins something (often candy from the concession stand). This time the three questions were, obviously, about Superman. I answered a question about: "Superman recently starred alongside which famous comedian in a series of commercials for American Express?" For my correct answer (Seinfeld), I won a copy of the original "Superman: The Movie" DVD! Hurray! (I gave it to the family behind us, since I already own it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Scott took us up to see the projection room. He talked about the process required to splice the film together from the reels the studio sends him. And he explained the process used to determine which previews to put before which movies... basically, he just decides, unless the studio gives explicit instructions. It helps that he's a geek at heart, because he decided to show us the new Spiderman 3 preview. He also gave us a glipse at the precarious walkway on the roof (required to change the marque). Then he talked about the new McHenry Riverwalk renovations, and how it will affect the theater. There are going to be some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; changes around there in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the McHenry Downtown is about more than just seeing a great movie; it's a whole movie-going experience. Again, if you haven't been there, you're missing a fantastic time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115154990746864985?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115154990746864985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115154990746864985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115154990746864985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115154990746864985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/mchenry-downtown-theater.html' title='McHenry Downtown Theater'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115153466344543421</id><published>2006-06-28T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:44:23.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Returns!</title><content type='html'>I saw "Superman Returns" last night with Randy and Bill at the McHenry Downtown Theater (more about the theater experience later). For now, I wanted to give my review of the film. I won't reveal any plot points which aren't already in the trailers, so if you've seen the previews, you won't get any more spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superman Returns" is fantastic, but sometimes a bit too slow. I loved all of the character interactions, but they did make the film drag a bit (especially near the end). I enjoyed all of the action scenes (e.g., the airplane rescue), but I'll admit that I'm a sucker for the scenes with Superman and Lois. The fact that Lois has a fiance adds a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt; of extra character development opportunities for Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my favorite part of the new movie: Lois' family (her fiance Richard, and their son Jason). It would have been very easy (as in most "love triangle" stories) to make Richard a "bad guy". But they never give us that option. Richard is a fantastic person. He's a great fiance, and a fantastic father. I was impressed that he never resorts to petty jealousy. It's obvious that he's struggling to deal with Superman's return to Lois' life, but he always trusts her enough to let her decide how to handle it. In other words, he's not a possessive jerk. He's such a nice guy that I found myself hoping that Lois would stick with Richard, despite Superman's return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her son, Jason, plays the "cute kid" perfectly. He was never so cute that you wanted to slap him, but he's still a kid at heart. I enjoyed all of his scenes immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was perfect. Ottman took just enough music from John Williams to make it familiar, but not so much that it felt rehashed. The Kent Farm theme, the Love theme, the Krypton theme, and (of course) the Superman theme are all woven throughout the movie in just the right amounts. Almost every main theme makes a reappearance, except for the old Luthor theme (which was too comic for this more serious Lex). Instead, Ottman wrote a darker theme for Lex, involving a lot of snappy percussion and dissonant brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend "Superman Returns", but expect some downtime (especially at the end).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115153466344543421?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115153466344543421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115153466344543421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115153466344543421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115153466344543421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-returns.html' title='Superman Returns!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115137631336907725</id><published>2006-06-26T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:45:13.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening With Kathryn</title><content type='html'>I love driving anywhere with Kathryn. She's always great entertainment, even just sitting in the backseat. Today, driving back and forth from Spring Hill Mall, we played: Pirates, I Spy, "Rock, Paper, Scissors" (not as hard to play while driving as you might imagine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some strange kind of drama involving her play kitchen utensils: Forky Fork, Spoonie Spoon, Sarah Spatula, and The Sun/Nightstar (a pizza cutter which looks like a small sun with a handle). I keep telling her that Nightstar sounds like a superhero name, but she doesn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we also discussed which was faster: a cheetah, or a car. Because I'm too analytical, I first had to clarify whether we were talking about the maximum speed for both, or if we were comparing the cheetah's top speed with the car's more usual 40 mph. Fortunately, because Kathryn's also too analytical, she actually kept up with the discussion. We finally agreed that a car &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;move faster than a cheetah, but that a cheetah can run faster than an average car driving in the city. And we briefly considered Mommy's NASCAR cars... and decided that they were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;too fast for a cheetah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she decided that her "imaginary sister" was going to be start repeating everything Kathryn said. I finally had to put a stop to it when she said, "Daddy, tell my sister to stop repeating me!" Then, in a higher voice, "Daddy, tell my sister to stop repeating me!" I didn't think we'd have to deal with sibling conflict until she actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;a sibling! I guess I was wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115137631336907725?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115137631336907725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115137631336907725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115137631336907725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115137631336907725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/evening-with-kathryn.html' title='An Evening With Kathryn'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115136020138833964</id><published>2006-06-26T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:16:41.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Mall With Kathryn</title><content type='html'>Tonight Kristin  has a Women's Ministry meeting thing, so Kathryn and I have the evening to ourselves. I'm thinking about taking her down to Spring Hill Mall for a bit. She likes the new fountains they've installed in the center of the mall, and we've got some shopping to do anyway. (Mommy's birthday is coming up...!) We'll see what Kathryn decides to pick out for Mommy. The shopping process alone should be a delight to observe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115136020138833964?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115136020138833964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115136020138833964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115136020138833964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115136020138833964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-to-mall-with-kathryn.html' title='A Trip to the Mall With Kathryn'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115120443494162527</id><published>2006-06-24T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:00:34.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Joliet</title><content type='html'>Today was my cousin Ali's high-school graduation party, so Kathryn and I drove down to Joliet for the afternoon. It was nice to see everyone, but I wish Mom and Frank could have been there (they're in Jersey for about another week). Kathryn played Bean Bag Toss with my cousin Megan and Brad, and she had a blast! It'll be really cool to see her as the flower-girl at their wedding in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since we were going to be in town, we had dinner with Dad. I was very proud to see him eating a simple Chef's Salad, in keeping with his diet. (Love ya, Dad!) Then we drove back home for Kathryn's bedtime. All-in-all, a very satisfying day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115120443494162527?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115120443494162527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115120443494162527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115120443494162527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115120443494162527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/trip-to-joliet.html' title='A Trip to Joliet'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115111988118516487</id><published>2006-06-23T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:31:21.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After-Work Volleyball Picnic</title><content type='html'>One of my co-workers (a fellow named Ray) decided to plan an after-work volleyball picnic outside our workplace tonight. Ostensibly, this picnic was to celebrate the anniversary of my heart operation, but that was just an excuse to have a get-together. Ray called it: The Annual "We're Glad Howkster's Not Dead" Picnic. Not many of our team members came, since many of them had weekend plans. But since our families were invited, we had enough people. It was nice to spend some time reconnecting with all the families. After everyone had their fill of food, we moved over to the sand volleyball court for some fun. In hindsight, playing immediately after eating was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; very wise, but we still had a great time! There was a lot of good-natured ribbing (mostly involving our inadequate volleyball skills). It's a great place to work, and we've got a fantastic group of people on our team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115111988118516487?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115111988118516487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115111988118516487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115111988118516487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115111988118516487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-work-volleyball-picnic.html' title='After-Work Volleyball Picnic'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115102664554306546</id><published>2006-06-22T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T20:37:25.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More movie music</title><content type='html'>Well, the &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?id=160380071&amp;s=143441"&gt;soundtrack for the new Superman movie&lt;/a&gt; was released on iTunes yesterday. As many of you know, the music can either make or break a movie for me. John Williams is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; doing the music for this Superman movie. But I am happy to report that the new composer (John Ottman) has kept many of his themes intact, while adding enough new music to keep it sounding fresh. One of the big problems with the music in Superman 2, 3, and 4 was that they just jammed Williams' original score all over the place, even if it didn't fit. This music sounds great for the new movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm falling headlong into the classic trap of expecting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; from a movie. I'll have to read some really negative reviews to bring my expectations down to a reasonable level before opening night (June 27 at 10:00 p.m.) Kristin has graciously allowed me to go (probably with Randy) on opening night. We'll see if Bryan Singer can pull off yet another great superhero movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115102664554306546?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115102664554306546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115102664554306546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115102664554306546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115102664554306546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-movie-music.html' title='More movie music'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115076917152499226</id><published>2006-06-19T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:06:59.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Bride</title><content type='html'>I received "Tim Burton's: Corpse Bride" from Blockbuster. I like a few of his movies (especially Big Fish, Batman, and to a lesser extent, Willy Wonka and Sleepy Hollow). But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt; his Planet of the Apes, and I never watched Bettlejuice, Nightmare Before Christmas, or Edward Scissorhands. Anyway, we'll see what happens with Corpse Bride tonight -- I'm a little leery of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to have lunch with Christy today. Most of the time I just go somewhere quiet to read, but today it was really nice to be able to catch up with what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... hurray! Bill and Jen are back from vacation! I'm sure they're pretty bummed about it, but I'm glad to have them back. As long as Bill avoided dropping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; camera, they should have some really great pictures! (Just kidding, Bill!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115076917152499226?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115076917152499226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115076917152499226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115076917152499226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115076917152499226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/corpse-bride.html' title='Corpse Bride'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115068585066936592</id><published>2006-06-18T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:08:45.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and The 4400</title><content type='html'>Mervin here to weigh in on the two biggest movie releases so far this summer: X-Men 3 and Cars. First, I thought X-Men 3 was the worst of the three, but still entertaining. The action was top-notch, and the special effects were brilliant. But I felt that the movie tried too hard to outdo itself. Like Star Trek: Generations, X-Men 3 tries to improve its mediocre story by killing off as many characters as it can. But even with all that, it was still a fun summer movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars was another elegent Pixar movie. It was funny and interesting (if a bit too cute at times). I'd have to put it in the lower half of my Pixar list, but definitely not their worst movie. The animated short (One Man Band) was hysterical! I haven't enjoyed a short so much since "For the Birds". Here's how my Pixar list stands today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;2. Toy Story&lt;br /&gt;3. Toy Story 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Monsters&lt;br /&gt;5. Cars&lt;br /&gt;6. Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;7. A Bug's Life&lt;ol&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; Finally, the new season of The 4400 started last week. Tonights episode was another great hour of television. If you like science-fiction, The 4400 is probably the best sci-fi out there now. If you want to jump into the story, you can catch up &lt;a href="http://www.the4400.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's well worth it! If you have any questions, just ask. For those who don't get USA, I'll have the first three episodes on DVD next week. If you want to borrow them, just ask (but Jeff and Christy have first dibs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115068585066936592?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115068585066936592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115068585066936592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115068585066936592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115068585066936592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/movies-and-4400.html' title='Movies and The 4400'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115065743522334135</id><published>2006-06-18T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:06:09.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-06-18%2C%20Fathers%27%20Day%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/200/2006-06-18%2C%20Fathers%27%20Day%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to wish a Happy Fathers' Day to all you fathers, but especially to my Dad and to my brother-in-law Travis (who's celebrating his first Fathers' Day with his son Samuel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some really nice gifts today. First, Kristin gave me two t-shirts (one for me, and one for Kathryn). They're both very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Kathryn went back to her room and came back with a little package. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-06-18%2C%20Fathers%27%20Day%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/200/2006-06-18%2C%20Fathers%27%20Day%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside was a finger-painted card, and a square ceramic tile. On the tile was painted, "Father's Day 2006" and "Kathryn 4 years", along with Kathryn's handprint. It's really cute, and as it turns out, Kristin was just as surprised as I was! Last Sunday, when Jessica came over to babysit, Jessica brought a bunch of crafts materials from home (she calls it her "Babysitting Activity Box"). Apparently, she and Kathryn made my Fathers' Day gift that night! Jessica is the best baby-sitter in the history of the world! Kathryn not only kept it a secret from me, but she didn't even tell Kristin, so it was a very successful surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115065743522334135?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115065743522334135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115065743522334135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115065743522334135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115065743522334135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115057952564223249</id><published>2006-06-17T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:09:02.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-06-17%2C%20Cleaning%20Day%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/200/2006-06-17%2C%20Cleaning%20Day%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was planning to take Kathryn out somewhere today, but yesterday she still had a bit of a cold. So instead today became a "Cleaning Day". We rented a little storage place to hold some of our stuff while we're trying to sell the house. So today Kathryn separated her stuffed animals into "those that stay" and "those that go into storage". Judging from her cries of anguish, it was a difficult process. Kristin kept herself busy with laundry: washing, drying, folding, repeat. I decided to tackle both bathrooms, top to bottom (including the shower stall, which we'd been using as Holiday Decoration Storage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, when I decide to clean something, I've gotta get into a mental state like the karate guys before they break the bricks. So I popped the iPod into my pocket, slapped some headphones on my head, and got down to business. I told myself that I would "reward" myself with a nice lunch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; I finished both bathrooms. I fully expected Kathryn and Kristin to have their own lunch at the normal time. But Kathryn wanted to wait to "have lunch with Daddy." I'm loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I finished, we went out for a late lunch. She wanted to play "Pirates" on the way. That basically means that she tells me, "Set course for &amp;lt;wherever&amp;gt;, First Mate Daddy," to which I'm supposed to reply "Aye aye, Cap'n Kathryn." When we finally get where we're going, she yells, "Land ho!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115057952564223249?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115057952564223249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115057952564223249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115057952564223249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115057952564223249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/cleaning-day.html' title='Cleaning Day'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115051150530205886</id><published>2006-06-16T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:31:57.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby Howk</title><content type='html'>As many of you already know, according to the ultrasound technician, our new baby (due on October 23) is a girl. Of course, this prediction isn't 100% certain, but that's what we've been told. Kristin and I have been tossing names around at each other, but we have yet to come up with anything definite. We're not sure yet if we're going to reveal the name before the baby's born anyway (unless one of us slips up), so you'll all just have to be patient. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only caught myself talking to the baby once (and that was only after a friend asked me if I was "the type to talk to (the) little baby before she is born"). I'm not sure why we haven't talked to this baby as much as we did to Kathryn. Perhaps, before Kathryn was born, our life was much simpler. Maybe we unconsciously believe that having this second child won't be as "life-changing" as having Kathryn. Of course, it's been said that the second child is often a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; adjustment than the first child. Who knows? Maybe we'll start talking to her more frequently as the due date approaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115051150530205886?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115051150530205886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115051150530205886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115051150530205886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115051150530205886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-baby-howk.html' title='New Baby Howk'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115042438739910105</id><published>2006-06-15T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T21:21:50.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman Returns clips</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; going to love this movie! And it's coming out in less than two weeks. I just found &lt;a href="http://www.iesb.net/warnerbros2006/061306.php"&gt;eleven clips&lt;/a&gt; online. Really cool stuff in there! I can't really pick a favorite, but this one is fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqiib99Zmq4"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kqiib99Zmq4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115042438739910105?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115042438739910105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115042438739910105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115042438739910105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115042438739910105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-returns-clips.html' title='Superman Returns clips'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115033825001886994</id><published>2006-06-14T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:24:17.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to try adding some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-05-27%2C%20Kathryn%27s%201st%20Recital%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-05-27%2C%20Kathryn%27s%201st%20Recital%20002.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/1600/2006-06-14%2C%20Kathryn%20the%20Engineer%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2930/3153/320/2006-06-14%2C%20Kathryn%20the%20Engineer%20001.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I have two pictures to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; to post. The first is backstage at Kathryn's 1st dance recital a few weeks ago. The second is a picture of the edifice Kathryn constructed so she could reach something on the upper shelf of her dresser. We've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strongly&lt;/span&gt; warned her against such construction in the future... but the engineer in me can't help but be impressed, since it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; remarkably stable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115033825001886994?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115033825001886994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115033825001886994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115033825001886994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115033825001886994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-to-try-adding-some-pictures.html' title='Time to try adding some pictures'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115024916576408280</id><published>2006-06-13T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:39:53.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up the pacifier</title><content type='html'>Our friends are preparing their son, Nathan, for the day when he will need to give up his pacifier. I told Kathryn about this, and I asked her if she had any advice for Nathan. This is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know, I was sad too when I had to give up my pacifier, until I knew that I didn’t need to worry about it – because I knew that I didn’t need it anymore, because I am a big girl now. As you grow up, you don’t need to worry. And try not to ask for your pacifier as much as I did when I was little.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Congratulations on becoming a big boy Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115024916576408280?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115024916576408280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115024916576408280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115024916576408280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115024916576408280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/giving-up-pacifier.html' title='Giving up the pacifier'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115016774017913069</id><published>2006-06-12T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:03:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor kid!</title><content type='html'>Kathryn is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; doomed. Tonight at the dinner table I said something about the new PC Gamer magazine. Kathryn decided to chime in with, "Daddy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; a PC Gamer, because you play PC games. And, guess what: I'm a PC gamer too!" She went on to list several of her favorite computer games (e.g., The Princess and the Pauper, Swan Lake, and Rapunzel) finishing triumphantly with, "...and those are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; PC games!" &lt;sigh&gt; While I'm happy that she's learning a lot with these games, and that she sees it as a way to connect with her Daddy, I wonder if I'm setting her up for future "geekdom". :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115016774017913069?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115016774017913069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115016774017913069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115016774017913069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115016774017913069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/poor-kid.html' title='Poor kid!'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115006187531195696</id><published>2006-06-11T16:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:38:41.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent movies</title><content type='html'>A while ago, I joined Blockbuster's movie rental program (like NetFlicks), so I could start watching the movies that everyone kept recommending to me. I recently watched "Dead Again". Yeah, yeah, I know I don't normally watch thrillers (except Shyamalan), but I've been broadening my tastes lately. I found it to be a compelling suspense movie. There were very few "jump" moments (which I hate anyway) and I really enjoyed the process of discovering the "bad guy". My only complaint is that I've been spoiled lately with Shyamalan's twist endings (and by the fantastic ending to "The Skeleton Key"). In contrast, the ending of "Dead Again" was a standard knock-down, drag-out fight with a gruesome finish. Somehow I expected something more after all of the suspenseful build-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished watching "Crash" (the Best Picture winner for last year). That was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; movie, but it's very intense. Kristin has absolutely no interest in it whatsoever. I'll recommend it for Bill and Paul, just so I'll have someone to talk with about it. Randy would absolutely hate it, even if he gives it some credit for it's "portrayal of redemption" (or something like that). Chris and Todd would probably enjoy it too, from a film-making perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115006187531195696?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115006187531195696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115006187531195696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115006187531195696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115006187531195696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/recent-movies.html' title='Recent movies'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29567846.post-115005887098990318</id><published>2006-06-11T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T15:50:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><content type='html'>This is mostly just an experiment. I didn't want to take the time or effort to create my own Web site from scratch (I'll leave that for Jeff's upcoming site). So I found blogger.com and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a full day. After the guys' small group in the morning, Kathryn and I drove up to the &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeezoo.org"&gt;Milwaukee County Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. Kristin made us some sandwiches, gave us some chips, and sent us on our way. Last year the "Big Cats" exhibit was closed for renovation, but it's there this year. We saw one lion roaring for his supper, and a tiger pacing back and forth behind the glass. The tiger really creeped me out: with all the little kids resting on the glass, it looked like the tiger was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; on top of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn's favorite animal(s) in the zoo this time were the birds that we saw in the &lt;a href="http://www.milwaukeezoo.org/map_raptory.html"&gt;"Birds of Prey" theater&lt;/a&gt;. She really got a kick out of watching the birds fly directly over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we came home to get Kristin so we could go to the McHenry Drive-In theater to watch the new Pixar movie, "Cars". It was the first drive-in theater experience for both Kathryn and Kristin. Randy and Amber also joined us. Kathryn fell asleep for the last fifteen minutes of the movie, and none of us (except Randy) wanted to stay for the second feature ("Shaggy Dog"). So we took Amber home, and then carted Kathryn into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we've got a baby-sitter all lined up so Kristin and I can join the group at Jeff and Christy's place for "Game Night". Should be a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29567846-115005887098990318?l=mervinbunter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/feeds/115005887098990318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29567846&amp;postID=115005887098990318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115005887098990318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29567846/posts/default/115005887098990318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mervinbunter.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-post.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>Mervin Bunter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02814401265802688558</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
