And he’d already have a cat buddy nicknamed Obi-Wan…
For all of about 60 seconds last night, we were hemming and hawing over the possibility of Ewan as a baby name, and then it was back to Evan. The only problem there was simply that, like Ellison (remember, that name where I was the only one who liked it), nobody would be able to disassociate it from, well, someone else in particular.
I have to recant a bit on a pet hate of mine – my wife has actually gotten me semi-hooked on a reality show, in this case Discovery Channel’s Deadliest Catch, or, as I call it because I can’t believe I’m actually tuning in on a regular basis for a reality show, That Damn Crab Show. I got to thinking about it the other night – as much as they go on and on and on about how these king crab fishermen who brave the Bering Strait are paid kingly amounts of money for all that crab…I wonder how much Discovery Channel is paying the photogs who are tagging along with them, getting in the way, and getting their gear soaked on a routine basis? At least the poor bastards accustomed to working on deck know what to do when some whacking great rogue wave knocks the ship on its side. What in the world do you do when you’re just standing around on the slippery deck with a $25,000 camera to hold onto and not much else? There are some jobs you couldn’t even pay me enough for.
And speaking of crab meat and danger, let’s talk Lost. … Read more
