Posted under Lost thoughts
How about a video of Optimus Prime doing the Evolution of Dance? And while we’re at it, we have Star Wars summarized by a three year old, a classic retelling of This land is your land and of course, the best cartoons on the planet, Super News.
Posted under Jason
Today, after 30 years of constant rejection and disappointment, I was accepted into the Cranky Old Man’s Club. I was at Rockler picking up a mobile tool base (admittedly to be used on an abnormally large computer) when a senior member of the C.O.M.C. struck up a conversation with me about the outrageous price of power tools today. We agreed that our trusty old porter cable and grizzly tools were of at least equal quality, cost 1/10 the price and had lasted us far longer then some modern tool companies have even been in business. I couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was a well marbled species of the C.O.M.C. talking to me, we were commiserating in a store that, up until today, had shunned me. Then, something miraculous happened. Several other members, including I believe their leader, came over and engaged in our grunting and guffawing! We talked about tools, saw dust, the merits of the different biscuit joiners on the market, I was blending in with the pack! Eventually I had to return to work, but I walked out of the door with $65 dollars worth of hardware and a new badge of honor as a fledgling member of the Cranky Old Man’s Club. In hind site, I think my mistake was trying to approach one of the species, thus provoking his Damn Wipper Snapper response. Had I just waited for a curious curmudgeon to approach me on his own terms, I would have possibly been accepted much sooner. Like Jane Goodall before me, I have communed with the silver haired majesties and have found them good.
Posted under Noah
The joys of parenting are many and varied. Some moments are pure joy that you’ll remember forever, others just come with the territory. Noah had been sick for going on three weeks and Jessi and I had started to get fairly concerned. We’d taken him in for all sorts of tests, and taken some stuff back to the Dr in containers that we found to be comically small, but everything had been coming back negative. Still sick. He dropped about 4lbs in a week and the stress was really starting to wear on us. But, as is often the case, were medical science fails, time succeeds in curing our little boy. 3 weeks in diapers though really slid him back a bit on the potty training, so much so that he left a rather significant present for me in the tub last night. In this house, we’re thankful for good health, strong bleach and rubber gloves.