So the good part of my swing shift work schedule has finally shown up - it's the part where I have the next 10 now 8 days off in a row.
We're up north with The Outlaws for most of the duration, staying with them while we meet with our builder and finalize our house plans. We also our going to throw our daughter a ridiculously over-attended birthday party, seeing as how we know a couple thousand people here. To be fair though, only about 50 of those will be in attendance.
What was the 'awww, fuck' for you ask?
That was because tonight we have to endure a visit with a not-really-a-relative-but-everyone-calls-him-cousin-anyway that no one can stand, and the fucker just rolled in on his bike. Grrr.
The lot for the house is coming along gangbusters now though, and we are hoping to see it get started in the next few weeks. I'll post pics a little later.
EDIT 10:45 pm. As promised:
We're up north with The Outlaws for most of the duration, staying with them while we meet with our builder and finalize our house plans. We also our going to throw our daughter a ridiculously over-attended birthday party, seeing as how we know a couple thousand people here. To be fair though, only about 50 of those will be in attendance.
What was the 'awww, fuck' for you ask?
That was because tonight we have to endure a visit with a not-really-a-relative-but-everyone-calls-him-cousin-anyway that no one can stand, and the fucker just rolled in on his bike. Grrr.
The lot for the house is coming along gangbusters now though, and we are hoping to see it get started in the next few weeks. I'll post pics a little later.
EDIT 10:45 pm. As promised:
Labels: everything else, our new house
With my recent changes to this blog (new domain, new look, etc), I have been thinking that its a shame that the medium of the Internet doesn't allow for the ability to have any real history. Any page can be moved, renamed, edited or deleted at anytime, so unless a webmaster/blogger/corporate entity/etc were to be very diligent, there is no way to save anything for the sake of posterity. And in spite of the fact that the paperless society hasn't materialized yet, I think someday it will. And when it does, future generations will no longer have the ability to look at a printed volume and actually see a snapshot of what was recorded as of a given date.
Maybe Orwell's Ministry of Truth wasn't that far off after all. All of that re-writing of history might not be restricted to his particularly bleak work of fiction.
Speaking personally, its too bad that as I've moved through different incarnations of my online presence, I haven't saved any of its content before I've changed it or moved it (the posts on this blog notwithstanding, thankyouverymuchGoogle).
But then I remembered The Internet Archive and The Way Back Machine. I realize the inherent irony in quoting an online source when talking about the fluidity of Internet information, but here is the description of The Archive anyway, as it is written right now:
[begin irony] At least I think so right at this moment anyway. [/end irony]
One point of contention with the archive: I just attempted to wayback a few of my own sites over the years, and found out that stylesheets and images generally don't get saved. So, content yes. But visual context, maybe not so much.
Maybe Orwell's Ministry of Truth wasn't that far off after all. All of that re-writing of history might not be restricted to his particularly bleak work of fiction.
Speaking personally, its too bad that as I've moved through different incarnations of my online presence, I haven't saved any of its content before I've changed it or moved it (the posts on this blog notwithstanding, thankyouverymuchGoogle).
But then I remembered The Internet Archive and The Way Back Machine. I realize the inherent irony in quoting an online source when talking about the fluidity of Internet information, but here is the description of The Archive anyway, as it is written right now:
The Internet Archive is building a digital library of Internet sites and other cultural artifacts in digital form. Like a paper library, we provide free access to researchers, historians, scholars, and the general public.I think this website and what they are trying to do should get an awful lot more attention than it does. I think that there hasn't been a more paradigm changing thing than the Internet since the invention of the printing press, and if that is true, then archiving its content for the future should have an awful lot more importance than we're currently giving it.
[begin irony] At least I think so right at this moment anyway. [/end irony]
One point of contention with the archive: I just attempted to wayback a few of my own sites over the years, and found out that stylesheets and images generally don't get saved. So, content yes. But visual context, maybe not so much.
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My favourite soap-maker recentlty tagged me in one of these meme things, so I thought I'd return the favour. These things are sometimes illuminating, sometimes trite. This time, surprisingly, I enjoyed both reading my sponsor's and writing my own. Maybe that makes me lamer than I would have liked, but I'll own that.
The instructions:
Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog at the bottom of the list:
Spin Me I Pulsate
DaisyBones
sleepless in cologne
Spaghetti Harvest
The Occasional Solipsist
Here are the questions:
What were you doing 10 years ago?
Working for the government as a property assessor. I was, in fact THE TAX MAN. I was also living with my high school sweetheart with little thought of whether we'd end up married with a kid in 10 years.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
Pretty much the same thing I'm doing right now. Working nights doing tech support for the government. Spending my time off with Superwife and Trinity. Reading comics, blogging and watching lots and lots of science fiction.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Plain Ruffles
Corn Nuts
Smartfood
Rice Krispie Squares
Cheese Curds
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd)
All this Time (Sting)
Every Breath (The Police)
Carpet Crawlers (Genesis)
Waiting for Superman (The Flaming Lips)
I went with the first five I could sing all the way through in my head
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
Quit my job
Build a great big house
Give money to the people I love
Travel to Egypt and climb the Pyramid at Giza
Buy the DVD for every Trek episode ever made
Five Bad Habits:
Impatient
Make snap judgements
Don't stick to things
Sometimes I procrastinate
Grind my teeth
Five Things You Like To Do:
Hang out with the girls
Watch fav scifi shows (Heroes, Smallville, Dr Who)
Read
Blog
Play videogames
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Acid wash jeans
Cowboy boots
This crazy outback style hat I once bought. I looked like such an asshole.
That's all I got
Five favorite toys:
Laptop
PSP
Cell phone (Sony Ericsson k790a)
iPod
PS2
Now, 5 people to tag:
Michael
Em and Joe
Bundy
Damn, I don't even have 5 people to tag. This just now became an exercise in how sad it is when you can't even drum up 5 online friends.
The instructions:
Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog at the bottom of the list:
Spin Me I Pulsate
DaisyBones
sleepless in cologne
Spaghetti Harvest
The Occasional Solipsist
Here are the questions:
What were you doing 10 years ago?
Working for the government as a property assessor. I was, in fact THE TAX MAN. I was also living with my high school sweetheart with little thought of whether we'd end up married with a kid in 10 years.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
Pretty much the same thing I'm doing right now. Working nights doing tech support for the government. Spending my time off with Superwife and Trinity. Reading comics, blogging and watching lots and lots of science fiction.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Plain Ruffles
Corn Nuts
Smartfood
Rice Krispie Squares
Cheese Curds
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd)
All this Time (Sting)
Every Breath (The Police)
Carpet Crawlers (Genesis)
Waiting for Superman (The Flaming Lips)
I went with the first five I could sing all the way through in my head
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
Quit my job
Build a great big house
Give money to the people I love
Travel to Egypt and climb the Pyramid at Giza
Buy the DVD for every Trek episode ever made
Five Bad Habits:
Impatient
Make snap judgements
Don't stick to things
Sometimes I procrastinate
Grind my teeth
Five Things You Like To Do:
Hang out with the girls
Watch fav scifi shows (Heroes, Smallville, Dr Who)
Read
Blog
Play videogames
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Acid wash jeans
Cowboy boots
This crazy outback style hat I once bought. I looked like such an asshole.
That's all I got
Five favorite toys:
Laptop
PSP
Cell phone (Sony Ericsson k790a)
iPod
PS2
Now, 5 people to tag:
Michael
Em and Joe
Bundy
Damn, I don't even have 5 people to tag. This just now became an exercise in how sad it is when you can't even drum up 5 online friends.
Labels: everything else
I just finished reading Star Trek: To Reign in Hell, a Star Trek novel that chronicled the (so called villain) Khan's 15 years of exile on Ceti Alpha 5, and after reading it, I think I may have been backing the wrong horse all these years.
In Star Trek cannon, between the original show, the movie, and now the book, Kirk actually comes off like a real bastard.
He maroons these people, who have done little more to him than try to take over his ship, on a planet that six months after he leaves gets its orbit shifted and becomes an utter wasteland. Kirk never even checks on them once while they slowly die of starvation, inner turmoil, and horrifying death by parasites that climb into their ears while they sleep. Add to that fact that one of the people who gets killed by these disgusting bugs is Khan's wife.
I'd be in for a little wrath myself.
In all the times that I have watched Star Trek II, (and I have seen it many, many times) I don't think that it ever occurred to me that Khan was justified in his vendetta against Kirk. Not right exactly, but righteous.
But my moral center has always been more 'grey' than black and white I guess. I always play 'neutral' characters in D&D games if I have a choice, and I often end up cheering for the bad guy if the hero of the story isn't worthy. And I needn't bother with whether I'd have what it took to avenge a wrong done to anyone in my own family. Because I would.
So I guess the point of this post, if there need be one, is that I'm less inclined to back the person that says he's in the right and more inclined to back the person who actually is in the right, regardless of legalities. Funny how a post about a book can get so philosophical eh?
Either way, Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan is still my favourite Trek movie.
And if you are a fan of Trek at all, and how could you get to the end of this post if you aren't even a little bit of one, check out the random technobabble generator. Its pretty amusing.
In Star Trek cannon, between the original show, the movie, and now the book, Kirk actually comes off like a real bastard.
He maroons these people, who have done little more to him than try to take over his ship, on a planet that six months after he leaves gets its orbit shifted and becomes an utter wasteland. Kirk never even checks on them once while they slowly die of starvation, inner turmoil, and horrifying death by parasites that climb into their ears while they sleep. Add to that fact that one of the people who gets killed by these disgusting bugs is Khan's wife.
I'd be in for a little wrath myself.
In all the times that I have watched Star Trek II, (and I have seen it many, many times) I don't think that it ever occurred to me that Khan was justified in his vendetta against Kirk. Not right exactly, but righteous.
But my moral center has always been more 'grey' than black and white I guess. I always play 'neutral' characters in D&D games if I have a choice, and I often end up cheering for the bad guy if the hero of the story isn't worthy. And I needn't bother with whether I'd have what it took to avenge a wrong done to anyone in my own family. Because I would.
So I guess the point of this post, if there need be one, is that I'm less inclined to back the person that says he's in the right and more inclined to back the person who actually is in the right, regardless of legalities. Funny how a post about a book can get so philosophical eh?
Either way, Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan is still my favourite Trek movie.
And if you are a fan of Trek at all, and how could you get to the end of this post if you aren't even a little bit of one, check out the random technobabble generator. Its pretty amusing.
For those interested in our effort to find a place to live when we move, here's an update.
We spent a significant portion of last week driving around looking at houses, talking to builders and checking out lots, and after weighing our options we decided that it would actually be cheaper to build new. So even though we've moved a hundred times or so (its an estimate) we're going to build for the first time this summer.
We looked at some truly horrible lots in the area we want to build in, but we found a real gem near the lake that we settled on and the builder that owns it turns out to be a friend of the family, so that could have gone worse.
The funny part though is that the first night we were checking out the lot it was near dusk and as we were driving slowly towards where we thought the lot was, a family of deer, a buck, doe and fawn crossed the road and walked directly across the middle of where the lot actually was. I am not one for signs, never have been, but if I were I would've made something about that.
Here's where our new castle will end up.
Because we know the builder they went ahead and started clearing and servicing the lot yesterday, before we've even signed the contracts, further validating that it's so good to know people.
I have a flickr gallery started if anyone is interested.
We spent a significant portion of last week driving around looking at houses, talking to builders and checking out lots, and after weighing our options we decided that it would actually be cheaper to build new. So even though we've moved a hundred times or so (its an estimate) we're going to build for the first time this summer.
We looked at some truly horrible lots in the area we want to build in, but we found a real gem near the lake that we settled on and the builder that owns it turns out to be a friend of the family, so that could have gone worse.
The funny part though is that the first night we were checking out the lot it was near dusk and as we were driving slowly towards where we thought the lot was, a family of deer, a buck, doe and fawn crossed the road and walked directly across the middle of where the lot actually was. I am not one for signs, never have been, but if I were I would've made something about that.
Here's where our new castle will end up.
Because we know the builder they went ahead and started clearing and servicing the lot yesterday, before we've even signed the contracts, further validating that it's so good to know people.
I have a flickr gallery started if anyone is interested.
Labels: everything else
I just finished watching the movie The Last Run after reading a review that made it sound like a silly juvenile comedy. Sometimes if I'm in the right mood, those can hit the spot. The movie was juvenile but it was also hardly funny at all, and ended up being about a guy who tries to sleep with as many women as he can to get his cheating girlfriend out of his system and turns into a sex addict along the way. Har dee har, eh?
But it did get me thinking about the nature of relationships and because I live in my head so much, it gave me cause to reflect on my own. Maybe its because the main character is such a shitbag that its easy for me to look at myself in his reflection and come away feeling like I'm the better person. But when I think about my wife, I know that there is no other person in the world that I would rather be with until the day I die. I often tell her that if she were to die I'd become the male equivalent of a spinster (and what's the word for that anyway?), and I'm not kidding about that.
I don't know that I believe that there is only one person out there that is right for everybody; I suppose I can't believe that, and if it were true, what are the chances that the two of us just happened to go to the same high school? So even if the idea of 'the one' can't be true based on the number of potential people anyone could be with, the truth is that I am no longer the slightest bit interested in being with another person other than her. She is my Yuna after all, and if she is that which makes me real, then what am I without her?
Don't get me too far wrong. I liken looking at other women as similar to window shopping when you're broke. You can look all you want so long as there is no chance whatsoever that you'll do any shopping. So I do it, but that's only the genetic imperative doing its thing.
I've been on what would appear to be a John Waite kick lately, and that probably deserves a little introspection in and of itself, but he may have put it best when he said about his girl:
But it did get me thinking about the nature of relationships and because I live in my head so much, it gave me cause to reflect on my own. Maybe its because the main character is such a shitbag that its easy for me to look at myself in his reflection and come away feeling like I'm the better person. But when I think about my wife, I know that there is no other person in the world that I would rather be with until the day I die. I often tell her that if she were to die I'd become the male equivalent of a spinster (and what's the word for that anyway?), and I'm not kidding about that.
I don't know that I believe that there is only one person out there that is right for everybody; I suppose I can't believe that, and if it were true, what are the chances that the two of us just happened to go to the same high school? So even if the idea of 'the one' can't be true based on the number of potential people anyone could be with, the truth is that I am no longer the slightest bit interested in being with another person other than her. She is my Yuna after all, and if she is that which makes me real, then what am I without her?
Don't get me too far wrong. I liken looking at other women as similar to window shopping when you're broke. You can look all you want so long as there is no chance whatsoever that you'll do any shopping. So I do it, but that's only the genetic imperative doing its thing.
I've been on what would appear to be a John Waite kick lately, and that probably deserves a little introspection in and of itself, but he may have put it best when he said about his girl:
"The world out there can kiss my ass
As long as I ve got you I'm free"
Labels: everything else
So I was talking to my old man today about our decision to move back to the small community from whence Superwife and I moved about 5 years ago and the topic of crime came up.
I mentioned to my Dad that crime was one of the factors that prompted my decision to move the fam back up to our old hometown, one of many in fact. We currently live near the US border, and while crime isn't rampant here, there are reminders all over that this isn't the safest place to live.
Examples are almost too easy to find. I have been told that every single 24 hour corner store has been held up here, some multiple times. I was driving to one on my 1 am lunchbreak a few weeks ago and couldn't go in because the place was closed due to a robbery a few minutes earlier. There is a problem with rape here that is conveniently kept out of the papers for fear that people will choose to send their kids to a more secure college town. My office downtown, while in a nice modern building, overlooks an alley that we can actually watch drug deals taking place in. There was a home-invasion style murder on Christmas Eve a few years ago that was less than 3 blocks from my home.
I know that these things happen everywhere, but I am looking forward to deluding myself that they don't happen in the little community we're moving back to. So to that end, here's a little story that my old man told me that should help nicely in that delusion.
Not that long ago, my Dad, let's call him Ed because its a funny inside joke to do so, attended a township meeting between members of the local community where I'm moving and an official representative of the Ontario Provincial Police, to discuss the effectiveness of the local OPP detachment. The representative patiently wrote down the criticisms of the locals, while Ed tried to hide his snickers in the back. When the complaints were listed, they were all variations of the facts that people were still parking in front of the post office, and were improperly parking in perpendicular fashion rather than on an angle in front of the bank. The rep then commented that in all the times he had spoken before groups about their crime problems, he had never once come across a group that didn't have a single complaint about local crime.
And if I needed one more justification for my decision to move, that's not a bad one.
I mentioned to my Dad that crime was one of the factors that prompted my decision to move the fam back up to our old hometown, one of many in fact. We currently live near the US border, and while crime isn't rampant here, there are reminders all over that this isn't the safest place to live.
Examples are almost too easy to find. I have been told that every single 24 hour corner store has been held up here, some multiple times. I was driving to one on my 1 am lunchbreak a few weeks ago and couldn't go in because the place was closed due to a robbery a few minutes earlier. There is a problem with rape here that is conveniently kept out of the papers for fear that people will choose to send their kids to a more secure college town. My office downtown, while in a nice modern building, overlooks an alley that we can actually watch drug deals taking place in. There was a home-invasion style murder on Christmas Eve a few years ago that was less than 3 blocks from my home.
I know that these things happen everywhere, but I am looking forward to deluding myself that they don't happen in the little community we're moving back to. So to that end, here's a little story that my old man told me that should help nicely in that delusion.
Not that long ago, my Dad, let's call him Ed because its a funny inside joke to do so, attended a township meeting between members of the local community where I'm moving and an official representative of the Ontario Provincial Police, to discuss the effectiveness of the local OPP detachment. The representative patiently wrote down the criticisms of the locals, while Ed tried to hide his snickers in the back. When the complaints were listed, they were all variations of the facts that people were still parking in front of the post office, and were improperly parking in perpendicular fashion rather than on an angle in front of the bank. The rep then commented that in all the times he had spoken before groups about their crime problems, he had never once come across a group that didn't have a single complaint about local crime.
And if I needed one more justification for my decision to move, that's not a bad one.
Labels: everything else
As previously mentioned this clip has become my daughter's (so far) all time favourite.
If you have kids, and they know who Elmo is, chances are that they'll love it too. And as a plus it does have the lovely Natalie Portman in it.
If the embedded video isn't, check it out here instead.
Labels: trinity
Dear Trinity,
Wow, what a month this has been. This month, your Mom and I were beginning to think that our little family unit had outgrown our house and started to look around local neighborhoods for some bigger digs. It was during this search that I turned to your Mom and asked why we looking in this area at all, and why we weren't planning a move to our old home town, where we have always planned to get back to someday.
So we switched gears and began the process of thinking about moving back to Northern Ontario. I asked for a transfer at my job. I got one. We listed our house, thinking it would take a long time to sell. It didn't. It was sold for more than we'd asked in less than 24 hours. We met with a builder up north to find out whether we could get something built within the next year. We'll be living in our new house this October. Crazy.
As I sit in the backyard of our current home now, and reflect on what new has taken place with you specifically over the last month, I find it impossible not to reflect on the last 2 years, as your 2nd birthday is now only a few weeks away.
You spent a lot of time up north with your mom and grandparents this past month, while we were pursuing the aforementioned move. You got to swim in the lake again, and play on the beach. You have become really excellent at shovelling and flinging sand. One could even say that it is your thing.
While up north you got to play a lot, and it turns out that you are a big fan of dandelions. You'll pick a bunch and give them to whoever is handy. Your Mom, Aunt Beck, Grandma, me. Its touching when you do it, because its a way for you to feel like you're doing something nice for one of the many people you love so much.
Your Mom also took you to Dairy Queen for the first time. I am so glad that she had the presence of mind to take a picture for me. Looks like you had a good time.
And in a move that I couldn't be happier about, it seems that you might, at least partially, be taking after the old man. I introduced you to (the kid-friendly parts of) YouTube this month, and every single time I open my laptop, you demand that we watch 'The Princess and the Elephant' starring Elmo. Most times I acquiesce. When I don't you sometimes take matters into your own hands.
Two new things that you have taken a recent likely to are bathwater and ketchup, both of which we find both hilarious and baffling. The ketchup does not necessarily need to be on anything; if we put a big old plate of the stuff in front of you, you'll tuck into it like we've just served you the best thing ever. The bathwater stems directly from us telling you not to drink it, and our protestations only cause you to guzzle the stuff faster.
As we did a few times last summer, we took you to the drive-in last week. Brought your Elmo chair and everything. You had so much fun. The only real problem was when it came time to leave, you couldn't get why we wouldn't just start Shrek 3 over again. So there were some obligatory tears. But you get over things like that pretty quick.
Hmm, what else? Just today I built you a cottage. Built is probably a strong word. I put a plastic prefab play sized cottage together for you today. That's probably closer to the truth. But it is awesome. You picked it out a few weeks ago and today your Mom and I picked it up and I set it up for you. I hope that watching you hollering out the windows never gets old, because its really funny to watch.
I'm not sure what else there is to tell you. We're not sure where we'll be having your birthday, because we don't really know where we'll be, or what city we'll be living in. Its kind of fun to live with uncertainty, though I don't highly recommend it for extended periods of time. I am really looking forward to your birthday though. I have something special in mind wherever we happen to be.
Cya next month.
Love,
Daddy
By the way, in case Future You ever wonders what you might have looked like when you had to get up at 5:30 am and drive Daddy to work, wonder no longer:
Wow, what a month this has been. This month, your Mom and I were beginning to think that our little family unit had outgrown our house and started to look around local neighborhoods for some bigger digs. It was during this search that I turned to your Mom and asked why we looking in this area at all, and why we weren't planning a move to our old home town, where we have always planned to get back to someday.
So we switched gears and began the process of thinking about moving back to Northern Ontario. I asked for a transfer at my job. I got one. We listed our house, thinking it would take a long time to sell. It didn't. It was sold for more than we'd asked in less than 24 hours. We met with a builder up north to find out whether we could get something built within the next year. We'll be living in our new house this October. Crazy.
As I sit in the backyard of our current home now, and reflect on what new has taken place with you specifically over the last month, I find it impossible not to reflect on the last 2 years, as your 2nd birthday is now only a few weeks away.
You spent a lot of time up north with your mom and grandparents this past month, while we were pursuing the aforementioned move. You got to swim in the lake again, and play on the beach. You have become really excellent at shovelling and flinging sand. One could even say that it is your thing.
While up north you got to play a lot, and it turns out that you are a big fan of dandelions. You'll pick a bunch and give them to whoever is handy. Your Mom, Aunt Beck, Grandma, me. Its touching when you do it, because its a way for you to feel like you're doing something nice for one of the many people you love so much.
Your Mom also took you to Dairy Queen for the first time. I am so glad that she had the presence of mind to take a picture for me. Looks like you had a good time.
And in a move that I couldn't be happier about, it seems that you might, at least partially, be taking after the old man. I introduced you to (the kid-friendly parts of) YouTube this month, and every single time I open my laptop, you demand that we watch 'The Princess and the Elephant' starring Elmo. Most times I acquiesce. When I don't you sometimes take matters into your own hands.
Two new things that you have taken a recent likely to are bathwater and ketchup, both of which we find both hilarious and baffling. The ketchup does not necessarily need to be on anything; if we put a big old plate of the stuff in front of you, you'll tuck into it like we've just served you the best thing ever. The bathwater stems directly from us telling you not to drink it, and our protestations only cause you to guzzle the stuff faster.
As we did a few times last summer, we took you to the drive-in last week. Brought your Elmo chair and everything. You had so much fun. The only real problem was when it came time to leave, you couldn't get why we wouldn't just start Shrek 3 over again. So there were some obligatory tears. But you get over things like that pretty quick.
Hmm, what else? Just today I built you a cottage. Built is probably a strong word. I put a plastic prefab play sized cottage together for you today. That's probably closer to the truth. But it is awesome. You picked it out a few weeks ago and today your Mom and I picked it up and I set it up for you. I hope that watching you hollering out the windows never gets old, because its really funny to watch.
I'm not sure what else there is to tell you. We're not sure where we'll be having your birthday, because we don't really know where we'll be, or what city we'll be living in. Its kind of fun to live with uncertainty, though I don't highly recommend it for extended periods of time. I am really looking forward to your birthday though. I have something special in mind wherever we happen to be.
Cya next month.
Love,
Daddy
By the way, in case Future You ever wonders what you might have looked like when you had to get up at 5:30 am and drive Daddy to work, wonder no longer:
Labels: trinity
I've been thinking lately about how strange the recent friendships that I've made might seem to the uninitiated. Most of my so called friendships, outside of those with Superwife's family and a few real world friends, are entirely of the online variety.
To single out a few, there's a couple in Florida, Joe and Em that I talk back and forth with regularly on either my or their blogs, a hilarious mommy blogger and fellow Canuck named Jen, a good friend Michael who is as much of a fan of Superman as I am, (and that's saying something), and a guy that I work with named Shane, who owns a burgeoning DVD review company. I have never met any of these people, and all things being equal, I likely wouldn't.
Just funny how the relationships that used to (seem to) matter to me have faded away with hardly a whimper, but the relationships I have with my online pals seem to have a lot more strength to them than they rightfully should.
Shane, btw is doing something that I really wish I could do; he's going to Comic-Con this year, and as much as I really like the guy, I'm a pretty dirty shade of green about the whole thing.
But that's why I'm so stoked about this Moviethon thing he and his business partner have cooked up. Its a way for the two of them to raise money to go to Comic Con while allowing contributors the thrill of forcing them to watch some really shitty movies. Any one donating anything via Paypal, (even a buck) selects the worst movie they can think of, and at the end of June, Shane and his bud have to sit in a room and watch the 10 worst of the worst in a row, in one sitting. So far for my entry I'm trying to decide between Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, Grease, Hudson Hawk, It's Pat: The Movie, Weekend at Bernie's, Gigli, Howard the Duck, or anything at all by Uwe Boll. It'll be worth the few bucks if they even have to sit through one of those.
If you're interested, check it out here.
To single out a few, there's a couple in Florida, Joe and Em that I talk back and forth with regularly on either my or their blogs, a hilarious mommy blogger and fellow Canuck named Jen, a good friend Michael who is as much of a fan of Superman as I am, (and that's saying something), and a guy that I work with named Shane, who owns a burgeoning DVD review company. I have never met any of these people, and all things being equal, I likely wouldn't.
Just funny how the relationships that used to (seem to) matter to me have faded away with hardly a whimper, but the relationships I have with my online pals seem to have a lot more strength to them than they rightfully should.
Shane, btw is doing something that I really wish I could do; he's going to Comic-Con this year, and as much as I really like the guy, I'm a pretty dirty shade of green about the whole thing.
But that's why I'm so stoked about this Moviethon thing he and his business partner have cooked up. Its a way for the two of them to raise money to go to Comic Con while allowing contributors the thrill of forcing them to watch some really shitty movies. Any one donating anything via Paypal, (even a buck) selects the worst movie they can think of, and at the end of June, Shane and his bud have to sit in a room and watch the 10 worst of the worst in a row, in one sitting. So far for my entry I'm trying to decide between Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, Grease, Hudson Hawk, It's Pat: The Movie, Weekend at Bernie's, Gigli, Howard the Duck, or anything at all by Uwe Boll. It'll be worth the few bucks if they even have to sit through one of those.
If you're interested, check it out here.
Labels: comics, everything else, superman
