Weekend

I saw Watchmen.  I give it a 4 out of 5.  Yes, I'm switching to a 5-point system because I agree that it makes it more clear cut than a 10-point system.

From this weekend in Toronto, I met some new people and coincidentally bumped into some familiar faces in a place I hardly ever eat at.  Last time I was there had something to do with smearing $5 or $20 bill in sauce and paying the bill that way cause the food and service was that bad.  But that was way back in high school when you're "allowed" such immaturity.  And this time, the food and service wasn't so bad. 

Anyway, on to babies.  Why?  Well, the next paragraph explains why.  If I were to sit next to one a few years ago, I'd probably think nothing of it.  Sure they are cute and that's about it.

Now, sitting next to one at a dinner table, watching it play with food and what not, thoughts and images of raising my own, what I'll teach him/her, and what I'll pass on to the next generation come up.  Silly, no?  This would not have come up a few years back.  It's way too soon I remind myself.  It's way too soon for that clock to start ticking.

Besides, there's a level of awesomeness I must achieve first so he or she can share in that awesomeness and truthfully say, "My dad is awesome."

Cause mine hasn't been.  Oh snap.  Let's not go there.