From Kittens To Kids

So we have a boy on the way, and need to figure out a good name for the little guy.

The missus is rooting for a traditional name, but not me.  I vote for a good strong name.

Something like Sauron Voldemort.

Imagine being summoned to the Principal's office.

"Your son has been getting into fights and bullying other children."

"Sauron has been playing mindgames with the teachers and manipulating his classmates."

"Voldemort is a scheming belligerant troublemaker."

Just to have the educators say those lines with a straight face would be worth the price of admission.

Of course, it gets better.

"Well, frankly, yes, I'm very disapointed in him.  I figured by now he'd at least have started trying to take over the world."

Or

"What part of Voldemort do you not understand?"

I like it.
 

Thanks to my wife, I have an earworm. Not just your regular, run of the mill, Broadway-musical Britney Spears Top 40 earworm. No, I have a fancy-schmancy, champagne-sipping French earworm. With a Latin accent.

This comes courtesy of YouTube, which she spent two hours surfing Friday night.
Surfing for obscure foreign music I've never heard before.  She finally settled on one song. "Ne Me Quitte Pas".

Apparently it is quite a famous piece and has been recorded in several languages by multiple artists, ranging from 'I've-never-heard-of-her' to 'are-you-kidding-me?'.  Barbara Streisand's rendition was classic Babs.  It sounded like she was gargling Listerine.  Or marbles.  Or Listerine with marbles.

But no, this is not the earworm that I have the pleasure of having rattle in my head.  No, I have the pleasure of an infinite repeat playback of none other than the version by Julio.

Iglesias.

You can feel his torment as he belts out this number. “Ne Me Quitte Pas”. I think it means “please kill me now” in French. If it doesn’t it should.

I can’t wait till the baby is born and I get a case of the Barney earworms.  Fun for the whole family…