We are going to see Cuaron's Children of Men tonight. It's an adaptation of PD Jame's book of the same name. I am kinda mad at the PF because he posted a link to the Giant Robot discussion of this film, which led me to the wikipedia synopsis, which sucked because it is full of spoilers. I'm sure it's not the entire encapsulation of the movie (or the book), but it still made me cry a little. Damn, I'm an emo wreck of a woman when it comes to babies and hope.

I think it's because I finally had one of my own. She means the world to me, to us. She is an amazing little spark of hope and good. Except when she speaks in her demonic tuvan throat singer voice, which sounds like a beatle's record played backwards.

Kids ARE eternity. They ARE the godlink. They ARE a piece of you and yours handed down for posterity. Hopefully they take care of you when you get old, but not likely. Mine is a reincarnated Tuvan, what are the odds?