Day: June 7, 2007

I was poking around my Netflix queue this morning (we’ve been very slow with movies, that’s why I haven’t posted another round of reviews) and noticed a “Watch Now” tab. Apparently it’s been up there for almost half a year, but I’m not that observant. But, hey, 4 or 5 months? I’m sure I’m still the first blogger to mention it, right? Yeah, right.

Anywho, since I had a few moments to kill before I’d be running late for work, I figured it would be a good time to try out the service. So I looked for a movie that The Woman would not be interested in but was lingering somewhere on my queue. When I saw Phantasm listed I knew that was the one. Surprisingly easy to setup, the movie started playing after only a few minutes. Time to get my late 70s horror on!

I was surprised at the cheesiness of the opening music. I mean, I know it was low-budget, but it started off sounding pretty lame. But the soundtrack left my mind pretty quickly when the opening shot shifted to a nipple just about filling my screen. Wait, what was that? Yes, it was a nipple. A giant nipple. Well, I guess it was actually normal size and just seemed giant on the 20″ display. Either way, it was rather confusing. And it was a nipple.

And then I looked at the list again and noticed what might be the problem: I had apparently downloaded Fantasm – soft-core porn disguised as a sex comedy. Whoops, guess I’ll have to remember to double check titles in the future…

I held off on the announcement, because I wasn’t sure if my sister Christine and her husband Jason were going to let little Paige name her new baby brother. But it looks like the name has stuck, which means that it’s time to welcome Desmond Rubino into the family. I have to admit, I didn’t realize that Paige was such a big Lost fan. At least Sayid is still available for our first born.

Since Christine has lousy timing, Desmond was born Sunday night. That means I won’t really have the chance to visit until this next weekend. So, until I get a chance to take some photos, you’ll just have to settle for this one of big sister poking her new brother in the eye:

For those who lost count, that’s number 9 of the next generation. And the boys have a healthy 6 to 3 lead – w00t!