Blogging 365, Day 72: Hugh Jaynis

I watch the KTLA Morning News daily so I can get a quick rundown on the day’s top stories as well as the current traffic report.

I know those guys love to have a good time while at work but today they had a little too much fun as this video will clearly show. When it aired this morning, I missed what Henry DiCarlo (the weatherman) had said and only caught up when everyone was laughing.

Then I saw the video a few hours later and it all made sense. Here it is.

By the way, Chris Schauble (the reporter who started laughing) is a funny guy and is one of my followers on Twitter. He replies to every tweet and is an Ironman triathlete.

But this morning…he was just a mess.

And honestly, if it was an inside job, Henry most likely deserved it…

Blogging 365, Day 43: Brushing Up

I bought this book at the thrift store last March only because I thought it would be an interesting read. And it really was.

But given yesterday’s announcement by Pope Benedict XVI, who knew this would come in handy in my quest to become the next pontiff?

No. There’s no way I’d want that job considering all that’s been going on within the church. Not only that, I’m pretty much disqualified: married (outside the church), not Catholic, has a child. But hey, wouldn’t it be cool to be a pretend wizard for a day, wearing a funny hat, cape, and walking with a really bitchin’ staff? Not to mention those snazzy red slippers and other fashion-backward vestments.

Granted you wouldn’t have any wizardly powers but you would get driven around everywhere in a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, live in a city with its own currency, and have several staffers at your beck and call.

Might be worth a shot.



Well, maybe not.

Blogging 365, Day 23: This Is Headline News?

I was watching CNN at work during my break and these were two of the three headlines they were pushing. My God, the world of news is turning cartoonish ala TMZ.


College football player Manti Te’o admits lying about his nonexistent dead girlfriend that was dreamt up in the mind of some dude by the name of Junior Felloffasofa (or something like that). Come on, he’s a college football player for crying out loud. Even if he was pro, this isn’t news.


Did Beyoncé lip-sync at the inauguration? It’s apparently a big enough deal for CNN to make it a teaser. We soon found out she did but hey, it’s not like she won Grammys by pretending to be someone she wasn’t.

And honestly, in regards to both of these “important” stories…

who effing cares

Blogging 365, Day 18: Evil Barney

Courtesy guess if you were partially the inspiration for this godforsaken song you would have gone nuts by now as well.

The news from Malibu, CA yesterday was that Patrick Leach, the 27-year-old son of Barney creator Cheryl Leach, decided his neighbor wasn’t part of his happy family and allegedly let loose his .45 to show him the love. He then fled by car where he was arrested.

This apparently went down on January 9th but this was the first time I’d heard of it. Sorry, I don’t keep tabs on hideous purple dinosaurs who host children’s shows.

In the end, Leach was arrested and released on $1 million bail.

See, I always knew Barney was evil. And I’m so glad I never subjected Anthony to the torture that is Barney and Friends.

Thoughts on Today

I didn’t watch the news when I got home because there’s nothing more I need to hear. I’m also composing this entry from my phone to avoid going online and seeing needlessly large images of grieving parents at the scene of the massacre.

Knowing the shooter’s name and caliber weapon are completely useless. They mean nothing to me nor should they be given any more coverage.

What does matter is that innocent children were whisked away from this world all too quickly and for no apparent reason. We will never, ever make sense of today’s events but it’s guaranteed that some yahoo will take the time to turn it into a political circus about gun control.

I prefer not to.

What I am doing is taking time to reflect on what did happen and keep the families of the victims in my thoughts. I want them to know that as a parent, my heart aches for them and I openly wept when I got home from work today and embraced Anthony. I broke down — a rarity under any circumstances for me — as I explained why it was so important for me to hug him at the moment since he hadn’t heard yet. He tightly hugged me back when I told him the news.

I was both sad and angry knowing that the parents of 20 children will no longer experience the loving embrace of their beautiful little boys or girls. They’ll never again wipe away their tears, kiss their boo-boos, scare away the imaginary monsters from their closets, read them bedtime stories to lull them back to sleep. The last moments of their happy little lives were spent listening to the sound of bullets flying from some fool’s firearm, screams, cries.

They must now bury them and that is so [expletive withheld with much strength] wrong.

As we hugged and I continued to tell him about today’s news, it broke my heart to look over at our Christmas tree. I cannot imagine the pain the parents must be suffering during what should be the most joyous time of the year. It’s absolutely incomprehensible.

I will not be on Facebook the next few days as I don’t think it’s the time for my usual topics of discussion or humor. I’m voluntarily going off the grid to reflect on the event and try my best to understand even though I know there will be no answers.

And I will never, ever take time with Anthony for granted ever again.