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Monday, June 13, 2005
A Star Is Born
When writing about friends on this blog, I've never set a hard, fast rule about mentioning names. Many bloggers believe it's rude to mention people's names when they don't have a say in the matter. My esteemed friend over at Izzlepfaff shortens all names to the first letter (e.g., "The wife and I went with our friends O and T to see a happy little abortion of a movie called The Longest Yard.") This works on Izzlepfaff, because my friend S is the kind of dryly witty guy who can pull it off without sounding overly precious. For me, it doesn't work as well.
I've mostly gotten around this by not writing much about my friends; referring to them, when I did write about them, simply as "my friends".
Today, though, I have something to write about for which the no-name rule simply will not do. Hopefully, my friends can forgive the direct mention of their names.
Two of my good, good friends had a son yesterday and I just wanted to say congratulations.
For any readers who don't know Gene and Marcea, you should be aware that the merging of their DNA has undoubtedly produced a tiny genius with a brilliant sense of humor and a friendly, outgoing nature. This is going to be a kid who will take over the world--but in a good way.
And so, Gene and Marcea, congratulations to you both and welcome to young Oscar Wolfgang. The Mrs. and I wish you guys so very much happiness and we send our love.
Indeed! Congrats to the G&M, and may Oscar's schwartze be bigger than G's (which, according to M, would be an accomplishment).
Thank you, thank you, thank you. We are so happy and so tired. I can't help but feel like Holly Hunter in "Raising Arizona": "I LOVE HIM SOOOO MUCH!!!" Also, strange that you should mention it beige one, but he does indeed have very big hands and feet.Post a Comment