What's In A Name?

We named the monkey. Last Thursday. Or was it Friday. Wait for it...

DESMOND ARCHER SELLS

And the next person who asks me if I named him after the Scottish guy from "Lost" will be the proud winner of...Lets just say I may scowl and think evil things at you... Yes, Cindy and I are Lost-ies. No, to the ~8 of you who have asked so far, I would not name one of my children after an intriguing character from a television program.

Everyone's home now, recuperating. I'd say "resting up," but any of you who have small children know that "resting" (well, that, and "nookie" - I will swear on my own grave that Desmond was concieved late one Saturday night when I shot an inviting look at Cindy across the dinner table, and not in the usual way) is the last thing that occurs in a home that has them.

I need a damn nap.

...He Was Born A Pauper To a Pawn...

Yesterday started out pretty normal - I got up and went to work, drank some coffee, watched some cells fall into tubes. I'd sent Cindy to the doctor to check up on the fetus (we're having trouble parambulating right now, just to add some fun to the mix. My car shat the bed on the way out to Burlington Saturday night, so my mom's renting one while she's in town), so I got to leave work early and again witness, via some rather barbaric seeming moments in a surgical suite, the miracle of the birth of a third Baby Boy Sells. Here's the macular descriptors:

I really don't know where that dark fuzz came from. F&$%*!@g mailman.


Ethan's excited (seen here doing his best "Jim" from "The Office" impersonation)...But I don't think Connor's really on board with things. He seems like his boat's just been rocked.

Most importantly...What in the hell do I name this kid? It took us four days to name Connor, and we'd actually discussed that. Since I've been on a mid/late 80's - mid 90's action movie/TV show kick lately, I thought some of these names might be great:

• Matrix (As in "John Matrix" from Commando)
• Reno
• Dutch
• Gunnar
• Blue
• Dar
• DeVo
• Mack
• Billy
• Hunter
• Walker
• Harry
• Turbo
• Nitro
• Rocket
• Magnum
• Sledge Hammer
• Sixkiller
• Charlie
• Imhotep
• Ivan
• Caine
• Kane
• Cane
  
• Kain
• Robot (suggested by Connor)
• I'd be remiss if I didn't mention names like Rugger, Flanker, or Lock (Or simply "Number 8") in a stupid list like this...

Leave your votes and suggestions in the comments section, and we'll make the internet responsible for the name of my child.

Sure, C-3PO Likes Martinis...

Conan visits ILM
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He was a cop, and good at his job. But then he committed the ultimate sin, and testified against other cops gone bad. Cops who tried to kill him.

This is going to be sort of a redundant post, as anyone who cares will have already seen these pictures on my Flickr page. I also have nothing funny to say, no interesting bits of the internets to point out, and nothing exciting (yet) to report. Another week and half, tops, though, and I'll have a third kid. Delicious.

Here we have a visibly pregnant Wolverine (That's "Logan," to you true believers) brandishing claws in my kitchen.
(Note: If Wolverine were truly capable of becoming pregnant, the resulting spawn would be so awesomely lethal that it would be impossible to look upon the child without having your mind blown)

Here we have a mini-Wolverine, again with claw-brandishing action in my kitchen.
(Note: That mask, although it looks cool, sucks. The perma-scowl molded into it comes complete with eye-stabby brow furrows)
Also sent was a Spiderman costume for the C-man, but he hates/fears the thing. Just mentioning it is enough to set him to screaming and crying big crocodile tears.

One day, after tons more work that follows the tons of work we're currently working on, this will be a bathroom.
(Note: Home improvement work suuuuuuucks)

I can't feel to bad about this picture, because I'm skinnier than I was in January. All of the sanding of mildly-toxic sheetrock compound also gave me a good idea of what I will look like when I am old and gray.
(Note: Sanding sheet rock compound suuuuuucks)

It's snowing! Wait, no, that's just particles of sanded sheet rock compound floating in the air.
(Note: Breathing this stuff in suuuuuucks. I swear I go for runs sometimes now, and I start to cough after half a mile or so, and white clouds of dust come out of me when I do)

Remember the Captain Howdy Window? We uncovered it, and now we've replaced. Picture of new thermal window sometime in the future...
(Note: Yes I do live next door to a fifty year old trailer)

Easter weekend meant a lot of finding stickers, disappearing, then reappearing with stickers stuck all over the body for Connor.
(Note: Stickers? For Easter? Where's the damn candy?)

It's spring again, which means rugby has started again. We lost to a Montreal team last Saturday, but I was in the paper (upper RH corner, in the scrum cap) looking my apeish best (In the paper, this picture was much bigger than I could get it online).
(Note: I am not nearly as mentally handicapped as this photograph would have you believe. Just ask my 8th grade advanced crayon teacher)

This also means the first bruises of the year. I also have a dandy on my leg that is actually causing some very uncomfortable (ie at times exruciatibng) swelling/blood pooling along my entire lower leg. But it's not as vividly colored, so it wasn't blog worthy.
(Note: Contrary to the appearance of this picture, I was not drunk, stoned, retarded, or otherwise impaired at 8am this morning, when this picture was taken)

Werd.