In the past week:
I held a boom mic at an interview with Method Man and Redman. Method kicked it because I was holding it too close to him.
Owen has become absolutely obsessed with caterpillars.
A swarm of Africanized “killer” bees took up residence in the tree outside our apartment.
I started using my PDA again. Time to get organized.
I had a 20-minute, 5-person meeting with Seth MacFarlane (creator of Family Guy). He was an incredibly nice guy.
I attempted to clean my desk at work, but failed badly.
I received about 30 cameraphone pics, most of them from Dave, and most of them flicking me off. I tip my hat.
A year ago, we were dazzled when Owen would crack a smile. Now, after we change his diaper, we can say “put your diaper away,” and watch as he grabs the diaper, walks to the closet door, waits for us to open it for him, enters the closet, opens the trash can lid, puts the diaper in, pats it down, closes the trash can lid, then turns to see what we think. A seemingly trivial little routine, but mindblowing in its own way.
Sarah and I went to see the musical version of The Lion King last night. We had to park in the typical crappy Los Angeles valet-style parking lot (where they pack you in like sardines and it takes 45 minutes just to get your car unblocked when the show is over). Anyway, a big herd of us migrated to and from the show together, and Linda Hamilton was one of us.
Knowing that even Sarah Connor can get screwed over by parking lots brings a huge smile to my face.