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Name: Mike
Birthday: 5/26/1979
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I'm a big fan of movies and music. Some cool bands include SOCIAL DISTORTION, Bad Religion, Pennywise, Rancid, Aerosmith, Agent Orange, The Ramones, The Adolescents, Rocket From The Crypt, The Clash, Dead Kennedys, The Sex Pistols, The Vandals, The Violent Femmes, Dropkick Murphys and Goldfinger. I also like the Police, Dance Hall Crashers, The Aquabats, early Less Than Jake, Oingo Boingo, The Specials, Sublime and the man in black, Johnny Cash. I enjoy a very wide variety of music except current R&B and gangster rap which is crap. I do make an exception for Boyz II Men. They are cool.
I also love movies. My top five favorite movies for right now include Army of Darkness, Mallrats, Stand By Me, Memento, and Monty Python and The Holy Grail.
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| The crying, the screaming, the constant pooing and peeing and most of all the tantrums. Yes, I have been doing all of those things the past 2 months since my son was born. Actually, he's been doing it. He starts off each crying session with a split second super sad look that I have termed the "bulldog" face. I have never been able to capture it because it is so fleeting. But 2 days ago, Jan and I were determined to get that face on film. So we put him in his car seat and flanked the boy as I held my camera steady over his face. Usually, within 10 seconds of putting him in his car seat, he starts crying. 5 minutes pass... and nothing. I start taunting him to get a reaction. 10 minutes pass... still no bulldog and my arm is seriously starting to get sore. Did I imagine the face? Why was he toying with my emotions? Finally approximately 14 minutes later, it appeared in all of its sad glory. And now, without further ado, my absolute most favorite picture that I have taken of Edward Etrigan Tran thus far. Enjoy
Later!
Mike
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| I'm terribly sad. I had to give away my dog Apocalypse yesterday evening. I didn't want to but it simply had to be done. He would bark at birds all the time (sometimes 2 hours straight) and that would wake baby Etrigan up; and at this point in my life, that little boy definitely comes first. Also, because of all the attention that we have to give to the baby, I couldn't spend as much time with him as I normally did and that's just not fair to him. So I'm sorry buddy, but you had to go. We invested a lot of time and effort in you and we had planned on keeping you so that you and Etrigan would be the best of pals growing up. I'm sorry it didn't work out and thatmy son will never know what a good puppy you were.
Apocalypse Tran: The best dog I ever did have. May your new owners love you as much as we did.
later 
Mike
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| My little boy has the wettest and loudest sounding farts. Is that normal for babies? I never hear anything about their farts except they're cute and adorable, which makes me think that they are tiny sounding and short. His definitely are not.
And last night he peed on my when I tried to change him. I thought about cashing in right then but I powered on and got through it. Only thing was that he had the biggest smile on his face after that incident so I think I owe him a peeing-on in the near future...when he least expects it.
Also for some reason, Jan doesn't let me hold the baby anymore. I haven't the slightest clue as to why.
Later!
Mike
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| I'm going to make it short but sweet seeing as I'm going on 3 days with nearly no sleep. I'll post more later after I've regained some of my senses.
My son was born via emergency cesarean section with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck...twice. Quite a scare for both Jan and myself but everything turned out ok.
Edward Etrigan Tran, born April 11, 2008 at 6:24am. Weighing in at 7lbs 8 oz and 20.5 inches long.
Mother and son are doing fine.
Later!
Mike
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| So I know I've been really neglectful of this poor blog that I pay $25 a year for, but I have a really good excuse. I gots a baby comin! The past few months have been constant preparation for his imminent arrival. (and bouts of Rock Band; but I digress) He's coming TODAY folks and I'm a nervous wreck. I wouldn't have thought I would have been but this morning I woke up with a knot in my stomach and unable to fall back asleep. So I'm either nervous or I have indigestion and I'm claiming the first.
But as nerve wracking as this is to me, it's got to be at least 100 times worse for Jan. She's planning on pushing a living human being out of her. I can't imagine what that is like; although I honestly used to think I did...
One time, (true story I swear) I told a bunch of women I worked with that I knew what it was like to give birth because I had been really constipated before and they all went crazy; even the ones that hadn't been pregnant before. Many threatening looks were given to me as well as a good share of finger waving in my face. And I haven't even mentioned the shrill tones of their voices when they were loudly telling me that I didn't know crap about what I was saying. I just think that they didn't really realize just how constipated I had been or they might have cut me a little slack; but no dice. A group tongue lashing I got and I may have deserved it. I'm still on the fence about that one.
I probably won't be making that mistake again, unless I have a few dudes there as well to share in the punishment. Because I've noticed that when you make an assuming or sexist remark in front of a group of women, their wrath is spread to every male in the vicinity; not just the one making the statement.
Anyway, back to my baby. I guess the thing that bothers me most about women giving birth is not that the kid is squeezed out of a tiny hole, or his inevitable football shaped head, or even the placenta coming, rather, the thing that bothers me the most about this whole ordeal is that in the midst of all that squeezing and grunting and pushing, maybe, just maybe, the woman may just drop a deuce on the bed. Yes, folks, I am extremely bothered by the notion that a woman giving birth may become anal NONretentive, she may forage for dungleberries, she might greet Mr. Hankey, she could plant a steaming bouquet of roses, she may release some sphincter snot...you get the idea. In short (if that's now possible) I am grossed out by this. I know what you're thinking, "He'd make a terrible German." And you would be absolutely right. I appreciate Jews too much; but again I digress and I apologize.
Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, I really am. I just had to get a few things off my chest before this thing happens. My kid is coming and there's nothing I want more right now. I'm just not falling for the "everything about it is a magical thing" concept. There's nothing magical about feces. So I think I'm ready to head to the hospital now. I will give an update about the birth later on, but don't look forward to any updates on the latter part of this blog you sickos. See you on the other side
Later!
Mike
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