Weekend schtuff

With the utmost respect to those truly affected by Hurricane Ike, the big guy sure thumbed his nose at Austin. While I understand the better-safe-than-sorry decision to postpone the UT football game - akin to cancelling church in the South - I checked the temp at 2:30p Saturday, the planned kickoff time...

... 88 degrees with barely enough wind to muss a spiral.

A few states away and a few hours later, my Buckeyes looked like they'd taken the day off, too. While USC was decidedly the better team, winning by a 35-3 score that could have been worse, I dispute Coach Jim Tressel's game-time decision to have his Buckeyes (seemingly) play in ankle weights.

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McKenzie conversation of the weekend:

McK: "Dad, you know what's coming up, don't ya?"

Me: "What?"

McK: "High School Musical 3."

Me: "Oh boy."

McK: "Yeah, it comes out October 24."

Me: "You remember the date and everything, huh?"

McK: "Yeah, I wrote it down in my brain."

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Fashion magazines, I don't understand them at all (coming from someone who dresses like Scott Baio for work everyday, that might not come as a shock). They sit scattered about our hut, these three-inch thick medleys of photos and ads and, well, more ads, and, best to my knowledge, rarely are given more than a once-over. Lick, scan, flip. Lick, scan, flip. It's soothing at bedtime, this soothing trio coming from the next pillow, not unlike the rhythmics of the Chinese Water Torture.

I glanced at one (Elle, for the record) while eating lunch on Saturday; by the time I was finished, some 30 pages of licks, scans and flips later, I had yet to find the table of contents. How can a guy eat three tuna fish sandwiches and not even reach the table of contents? Does one even exist?

To recycle a stack of Elle Magazines would jumpstart the economy of Bolivia. Our mailbox droops each time an InStyle arrives. But despite their girth, they say very little....much like my Uncle Saul.

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Why is it that whenever I'm forced to raise my voice to McKenzie, I sound exactly like Kirk Cameron from "Growing Pains?" That can't be very intimidating to her.