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Chastising Nemo.

0002g3er.gifNobody likes ill-behaved children. And when I say nobody, I mean nobody, which includes the parents of said children. I’m not excusing bad parents — and there are plenty out there, with their nasty children the result — but pointing out that no one goes into a store or any other public space wanting his or her child to act out.

Nemo is an unusual case in that his Asperger Syndrome results in some odd, though not necessarily disruptive, behavior. He can seem spastic and out of control to some people, but MA and I understand when he’s truly testing the limits and when he’s just being himself. This comes from knowing our child for his entire life, something total strangers simply can’t by virtue of being strangers.

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What am I watching?

Hot girl at a bowling alley.There are few things I never expected of my life. I never expected to make it past 30. I never anticipated I’d weigh more than 200 pounds. And I never, ever thought I’d watch — voluntarily, no less — bowling on television.

My son Nemo absolutely loves bowling. The affair began around his birthday when his new Wii was unveiled. At the time we only had Wii Sports to play (which is plenty to start with), and Nemo immediately took to the bowling part of the game. Now he’s a veritable expert at the virtual bowling and not bad at the real thing. He even has his own bowling ball and rolling bag. We’re considering the local kiddie bowling league for him, too.

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“I know now why you cry.”

Terminator 2: Judgment DayIf I were forced to give Terminator 2: Judgment Day a letter grade, I’d probably give it a C because it hasn’t aged well. It’s not the effects, which aren’t so impressive anymore — I still like the original, untampered-with Star Wars, and its effects aren’t that stellar, either — but the plot holes that have only grown larger over time, the Jake Lloyd-level incompetence of Edward Furlong and, of course Titanic, which is a moviegoing punishment so heinous that its effect reverberates back through time like a cinematic Terminator itself.

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