Oh, enough about you. Let's talk about me. How was my weekend?

It was busy. Families, as it turns out, are a real time sink. Let's review the highlights, er, bloglights.

On Friday night we did our usual. For years now our Friday nights have been reserved for our good friends, Larry and Liz (or LizLarry as we affectionately call them). Foolishly they went and had a baby a few months ago, so now much of our social time is spent dealing either with our kid or their kid. This Friday their infant was being especially cranky.

In baseball, some players are referred to as "5 tools" players. These are players that can run fast, throw well, catch well, and hit often and hard. In parenting, I'm known as a "1 tool" guy. If a baby is crying, I only have one trick up my sleeve, so I whipped it out for LizLarry's kid.

I stood in front of them, and slowly spun in a circle, alternately raising my right arm and then my left. Meanwhile, I "sang" this circus tune. Within seconds, their baby was mesmerized. She stopped screaming and stared at me. You would have been hard-pressed to describe her as happy, but she was clearly on the non-screamy side of befuddled, which was a marked improvement. I kept this up for several minutes. I was kind of out of shape, so it was tiring. These arms don't lift themselves, you know.

On Saturday night we went to go see a play put on by a program at Daisy's school. I couldn't decide what was cuter, seeing the kindergartners bust out their hip hop moves to the Black Eyed Peas' "Let's Get It Started" or watching the first graders strum their air guitars to Guns and Roses' "Welcome to the Jungle". Elementary school sure has gotten a lot hipper since I was a kid. (Or maybe I was just the one tragically unhip kid.)

My favorite moment of the weekend was discussing the train wreck of a reality show called "American Inventor". This show seemingly held much promise for geeks such as myself who can enjoy the occasional reality show. In the end, they had about 2 hours of content spread over an entire season of television.

My father, who recently purchased a Tivo (after years of me urging him to buy one), convinced me to start watching the show, so I discussed the finale with him last night:

Me: Man, that last episode was just a bunch of filler. I fast-forwarded through like 45 minutes of it. I'm pretty sure I watched it in less than 20 minutes.
Dad: Oh, I only watched 5 minutes of it. Just the end.
Mike: Well, shows like that are perfect for Tivo. Just zip right through it.
Dad: Yeah, I Tivo'ed the shit out of it.

I sat there for a second, wondering if I had mis-heard my father. Although he does swear on occasion, coining a new obscenity-laden expression is not really his style. I decided to let it stand as-is because it pleased me.

Finally, throughout the weekend, I wrestled with this zit. I lost.