Kyra's Christening was... er... I hesitate to use the word "sinister," but...
It was at a family mass, so there were a lot of children from the Sunday School there, and the Monsignior was an unholy amalgamation of Archie Bunker's attitude and appearance, Mr. Garrison's bizarre teaching style (complete with eerie hand puppet) and Dr. Strangelove's twisted discourse... including a moment where he said in a grating, high-pitched voice to various pre-kindergarteners, "and Herod slaughtered all the children," a moment that caused a serious murmur of discomfort throughout the congregation.
suitboyskin called me up a few hours ago with an idea I thought was absolutely fantastic.
When I got home, Raz dropped by and we checked out the Advanced Resolution 5.1 sound mix on the Beatles Love CD... and on a whim popped in Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, which was a rather nice finale to the weekend. I'm almost looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.
For some reason, while I've cleaned out my glove box several times in the interim period, I never took out the yarmulke from Zach's Bar Mitzvah. I don't know why I was keeping it in there. It's not like it's something I would ever need for an emergency. You never say, "There may not be any gas in this car, but by gum, I have this yarmulke!"
Hell, there are some parts of the world where they'll string me up for having a yarmulke in the glove box...