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Admiration, n. Our polite recognition of another's resemblance to ourselves.


Have you seen that film War Games? You know, the one where Ferris Bueller is playing Berserk and all of a sudden he's got the KGB, the CIA, FBI, DEA, PTA and BURP on his tail, the Kremlin of red alert, Johnny 5's girlfriend shocked and an angry Dabney Coleman bristling at the camera.

Anyway, Henry with a laptop is kind of like that. Only more like the one where Ferris Bueller cruises around in a Ferrari and ends up channelling a hoarse John Lennon.
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Anonymous said…
I want a shirt just like Henry's
3 August 2009 at 01:00
yamini said…
He means serious business Kris. Look at that expression on his face, which says, "Please Do Not Disturb."

Lovely picture of Henry, yet again...
3 August 2009 at 04:29
Betsy Brock said…
He looks like he's completely absorbed in the whole thing! He's adorable...and that shirt is too cute!
3 August 2009 at 06:50
Kris McCracken said…
Pasadenaadjacent, Jen made the shirt some time ago now. I am amazed that it still fits him.
3 August 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he's always very serious.
3 August 2009 at 11:07
Kris McCracken said…
Betsy, he has an Internet addiction already.

Jen made the shirt, so I shall pass on the compliment!
3 August 2009 at 11:07
Roddy said…
I have seen this boy at work on the computer. Only a matter of time before he becomes a computer wizard.
3 August 2009 at 21:27
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