Humidifiers help babies sleep at night. If you’re going on vacation, especially to a place that has lower humidity than your regular climate, and you forget the humidifier, [like I did on our recent vacation] I promise you will regret it.
I’m just a regular Mac-using prepress guy. It boggles my mind when I think about the number of Windows machines I’ve worked on [with a lot of help from tech support] and somehow successfully repaired in the last two years.
an early start down the path to geek enlightenment
My mom is helping me watch William tonight. They’re sitting on the floor playing with my old Star Wars action figures. He loves the dewback toy with the stormtrooper on its back, so now my mom is trying to teach him to say “dewback.”
a lot of bands with three-word names tend to eventually go by their initials. people call electric light orchestra ELO, they call creedence clearwater revival CCR, they call bachman turner overdrive BTO, and so on.
i noticed no one ever does this for jimmy eats world.
I’m pretty sure the three-syllable “W” negates this rule, because when it’s spoken it renders the abbreviation longer than the actual words.
Yesterday, my son turned eleven months old. As he approaches the one-year mark, I realize what a crash-course in parenting I’ve had over the last year. I mean, sure, we had nine months to get ready, but there’s nothing like actually doing it. As a result, there are a lot of thoughts and opinions running around in my head that I’d like to preserve as they are now, because I’m sure they’ll change as time goes on. Tumblr seems like the perfect medium for that. And maybe one or two of you will find them interesting as well.
Information on a new flash virus that could potentially transmit itself into your computer through flash-based banner ads. So far, Windows computers are their primary concern, but this exploit could also affect Macs and Linux-based computers as well. Protect yourselves, friends!
when you look up the tracking info on a package you’re expecting and discover that it has been delivered? But then for the rest of the day you know there’s something awesome waiting on your front porch but you’re trapped at your desk forty miles away for three more hours.
Over the years, I’ve met people [mainly retirees on vacation] from places up north like New Jersey, Massachusetts, or Michigan who have inevitably made a comment to the effect of, “I expected to see more outhouses down here in the South.”
Really? Do old people up north, who have apparently spent their entire lives shoveling snow instead of traveling, seriously believe that we’re that backwards in the South?
For the record, I saw more outhouses in a single town in New Hampshire than I’ve seen in the entire state of South Carolina, or any other southern state for that matter.
Spending vacation away from the coast in a hilly area has served to reinforce the fact that I am really out of shape. Carrying the baby up and down the hill to the dock wore my ass out repeatedly. My fitness level has declined significantly since my days in college when I could run two miles in less than fourteen minutes.
In college we walked, or ran, everywhere. But for the last ten years I’ve sat at a desk for eight hours a day and drank a lot of beer in the evenings. On my father’s side of the family there are five of us in my generation - I am the oldest. My brother and three cousins are very athletic, fit people, and it shows when we have our photo taken together. I’m tired of being the flabby cousin, so I’m doing something about it. Hopefully I’ll stick with it this time.
This morning I did something I said I’d never do again after college - early morning exercise. As much as I loathe 6AM PT, it occurs to me that that’s just about the only “me time” I have left. So I did as many push-ups and sit-ups as I could [which was disappointing] and headed out the door for a run. I only made it three-quarters of a mile this morning, and the last quarter was pretty much walking, but at least it’s a start.
It was excruciating, but I know it’s good for me, and I hope my self discipline stays strong. We’ll see how strong my resolve actually is the first time I get up and find that it’s raining.
so, I taught a guy how to pee off the back of a boat.
I was taking one of my cousins and her boyfriend for a ride around the lake on my dad’s boat when they both decided they had to pee. “No problem,” I say, and stop the boat out in the middle of the main channel where there were no spectators around. My cousin dove over the side to do her business, but her boyfriend wasn’t wearing swim trunks. Then he says, “what do I do?” Now, I always figured that this is an activity that doesn’t require instruction, but the Mayor of Fun doesn’t want to see anyone with an unnecessarily full and uncomfortable bladder, so I instructed him:
1. Stand up there on the back of the boat.
2. Don’t fall in the lake.
So he was relieved, and quite pleased with himself, too. I’m glad I was able to give someone the opportunity to experience a new and exciting life lesson while on vacation.
I am now officially on vacation. Starting tomorrow, if anyone needs me, I’ll be next to a lake in southside Virginia with no phone or internet access. I did queue up a few posts, so hopefully my tumblarity won’t fall back down into single digits.
Have a happy Independence Day* everybody!
*Unless you live in a country which does not celebrate its independence on July 4, in which case just have a great weekend.
Several years ago, at the annual family vacation at the lake, I was down by the dock well past midnight with my brother and cousins, and we had all had way too much to drink. The family had purchased one of those big, inflatable fun islands, which was anchored just beside the dock. Eventually our party moved off the shore and onto the fun island, at which point I proclaimed myself “mayor” of the island. As the evening continued, it was eventually shortened to “mayor of fun.”
That nickname has stuck with me [at least when I get together with my cousins from Virginia] ever since. The family still has that fun island, although it has quite a few patches on it now, and I’d wager that this will be its last year at the lake.
I wanted some new swim trunks for vacation, so we went to the mall last night. The sporting goods store was having a clearance sale, and I found a pair I liked for $8. It had an “L” tag on it. I don’t try things on because I’m a guy, so I bought the swim trunks and took them home. Only then did I notice the tag on the inside - “YOUTH LARGE.”
In my defense, I did find them on the ADULT clearance rack. Looks like I’ll be returning them tonight. I hate the mall, but at least that new bridge is finished so I can get there in about four minutes now.
The family vacation in Virginia takes place about 150 miles from the nearest state where you can legally buy fireworks, which means I get to be the hero on Saturday when I show up with my sack of quality pyrotechnic wonders from South Carolina.