Halloween 09

The curse of microblogging

Oh, it's been a while since I posted here. Thanks to Facebook and Twitter, I often don't take the time to jot down a thought that's more than a sentence or two long. Sigh.

So, news. TKJr joined the local cub scout troop. So did I. I'm now a den leader. Hopefully this will help me grow as both a parent and adult. It's overdue.

Smell My Picture

So, a few weeks ago I hooked up with a professional photographer to get some quality pictures of me in my home made Residents costume. Bill Hicks, the photog, does wedding photography and is looking to expand into costumed portraits. I got some awesome free shots, he got some stuff for his portfolio.

Great guy, and he did a fantastic job. You can check him out here. Here's a few samples:

RIP Bob Bogle

Happy Birthday, Bluebird

My little girl turns 3 today. Time goes by fast with these little ones. Seems like just yesterday I carried her in the crook of my arm.

Happy b-day, Izzy.

Toy of the week

Stripe, from Gremlins. My sister had Gizmo, but I of course preferred his counterpart.

You've been warned!

Found via flikr

You know your life is pretty sad when...

... you're psyched that you made it through an entire day at work wearing a T shirt with bowel movements all over it.

I said "HA HA!"

No compromise

So, KG and I just got home from seeing Watchmen.

Well done, Mr. Snyder. Yeah, there was stuff missing. Yeah, some things were changed. But I really don't think we could have gotten a better movie than this. I'm very pleased.

I'm sure I'll have more to say at a later date. For no, suffice to say I give it a big thumbs up.

Nuke it!

Just for shits and giggles. You can input any location or address, choose your weapon, and see what kind of mayhem is unleashed.

Good, clean fun.

Rorschach

I made this a few years back. Just curious what people might see when they look at:

Oh yeah, the blog...

I, like a few others I know, have been sucked into the cult of facebook. Though I don't blog much over there, I do waste a lot of time "socializing."

In addition, we purchased a scanner this weekend, so my squirrel of the week is scanning old family photos. Good times.

With the exception of the wonderful folks goggling "fucking stuffed animals" and "chocatas", most readers here see me over there. So, in the spirit of a real update, here's a few exclusive pictures:



Note the totally awesome Genesis poster behind me
Going postal at the tender age of 2.

Sweet Jesus Noooo!

The following sneak peak at Cobra Commander from the new GI JOE movie leaked today. Not that I was expecting anything but shit, but seriously:




My reaction can be summed up with the following clip:


Nuff said

Being vigilant isn't a crime

What don't you fucking understand?

While I'm not usually a fan of remixes, this rocks:

A little self mockery goes a long way

My brother in law is partly responsible for this commercial. Good job, JT.

Sexism in my cereal bowl?

It's no secret to those that know me that I am passionate about my breakfast cereals. For dinner tonight, I had a heaping bowl of Cap'n Crunch (Note: I have not eaten my favorite, Crunch Berries, since they introduced the multicolored balls. All red or none at all for me!). I've often expounded at length on both my love for cereals, and my sadness at the passing of my favorite brands.

That said, it never occurred to me that there is not one female breakfast cereal mascot. It's all franks and beans.

Sure, there has been the occasional female product placement (Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake). But every cartoon spokesman is just that, a man. Or male. Even Pebbles, named after a female character, is represented by Fred and Barney.

What's up with that?

more animals

Growing up Star Wars

I stumbled across this slide show via The Force.net.

Wow. That was my childhood.

Did ya ever?

Just have one of those days turning into a week of not really giving a good god damn about anything? It's looking like one of those weeks for me.

Sometimes life is just uninspiring drudgery.

I'm sure I'll feel a little better come Friday when BSG returns. For now, the whole world just gets a big old "meh."

Fuck NTB

I brought KG's car into National Tire and battery today to replace her two front tires. $107 all told, and they managed to get me out of there fairly quickly. About what I was expecting, so no complaints there.

What raises my ire, though, is the petty theft. Of approximately $1.00 in change from the center console. I noted when I dropped the car off that KG had some silver in the little coin holder. It was gone when I left.

A few years ago, I brought my car in for a new battery and tires. I had about $10 in quarters in the bin. I knew this because I had counted it that morning, considering using it to buy a pack of smokes. When I went out to my car after having it serviced, the change was gone.

I went back in and confronted the sales guy. Of course, the mechanic denied it. I told him I wasn't concerned about the loss of $10, it was the principle. I'd just spent a couple of hundred in their store, and the mechanic must have realized the coinage would be missed.

Needless to say, the money was not returned. They did give me a voucher for a free oil change, though.

So, here we are a few years later. The amount taken was probably less than a buck, but the principle remains the same. Seriously, what the fuck, guys?

I will never be going to NTB again, and I'll do my best to discourage others from going. I hope that spare change got you something good out of the sundry machine, you fucking grease monkey.

Belnaphi

On the first day of '09, I gave my love a face full of champagne.

On the second day of '09, I left my love in the lurch with 2 kids and a flat tire on a work day.

On the cusp of the third day of '09, I had one of those moments of clarity.

I'll do my best to not allow it to be obscured.

When you lose sight of your path, your environment tends to step in and remind you. I'll be mindful.