Sunday, April 29, 2007

It Could Be Worse, I Suppose...

Son's birthday came and went during the colder part of the so-called "Spring" that we have endured experienced endured for the past month or so. At his birthday, we told him that we would get him a new bike, since when he joined our family, he came with a bicycle that was probably not going to last too much longer, given that Son was no longer six years old or three feet tall.

On Monday last, we took him to a local bike shop (Are there any such things as national bike chains? (ha ha, get it?)) to look at different kinds. He was vacillating between the little trick bikes and a Giant Boulder mountain bike. We discussed the decision in terms of buying the equipment to do what you need it to do, not for its coolness factor. Because of our location and environment, the mountain bike made the most sense. Unfortunately, the shop needed to order one of the right size that would arrive later in the week.

Fast forward to Friday...

On Friday afternoon, Son called me and asked how many friends he could invite over to spend the night. I advised that we would be able to accommodate two overnight or more for just an evening. He also asked if we would be getting his new bike that evening.

"You realize that your friends will have to come with us, right?"

"I know."

"They may not be that excited to watch someone else's bike being assembled."

"That's OK."

He invited Thing 1 and Thing 2 to come over and play. Thing 1's dad dropped off Thing 1, and then we went into the bike shop. Since I had the pickup truck, we couldn't quite get to Thing 2 until GPop came home from work to retrieve him. We all converged on the bike store, and the bike was born.

At that point we were hungry, so we went to the newly reopened Small Town Restaurant in town for dinner. Because it was a Friday night, the restaurant was full, so GPop and I sat outside on a bench while Son, Thing 1, and Thing 2 went across the road to play in a small park near the fountain.

GPop: How soon do you think it will be until one of them falls in the fountain?

GDad: I'm not going to guess if we're using The Price Is Right rules. Hey, is Thing 1 sick? He's bending over the railing.

GPop: I think they're practicing kicking each other in the butt.

GDad: Well, at least they're taking turns.

Saturday, April 28, 2007


We went to see the Video Games Live concert the other day. It was a school night, but we thought the opportunity was too good to pass up. We were able to give Son some exposure to live orchestral music without having him complain of extreme boredom. His one-word review ("Awesome") was vindication of our Machiavellian trickery.

We saw this concert at the same venue where we saw Weird Al Yankovic perform a few years ago. I enjoyed the Weird Al concert, but while we were there, I noticed that many in the audience had questionable hygiene practices. It turns out that the combination of loud noises, strobe lights, and stinky people make me nauseous. It appears that many of those same people chose to attend the Video Games Live concert.

I think I'd attend more concerts if they were quieter, and if people could sit on La-Z-Boy recliners spaced a couple of feet apart from each other. And if they had shuttle service.

New product idea: A Febreze-like product that you can inconspicuously spray on stinky people to reduce their intrusion into your space at public events. Remember "Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific?"

Monday, April 23, 2007


I heard a marketing person say, in jest, I hope, that any marketing campaign involving puppies, kittens, or babies was a safe bet.

So, for the hat trick, we could make a marketing campaign centered around some kind of puppy/kitten/baby hybrid.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Those Were the Days My Friend...

Once upon a time, when I was footloose and fancy free, I had some friends who would make a practice of having adventures at the drop of a hat.

"Hey, want to drive to the next state and buy some liquor that you can't buy in this state?"




So, fast forward to this past Wednesday night, with 18 years in the workforce, a mortgage, and a kid...

"Hey, want to have an adventure on Saturday?"

"I don't know. Let me check the calendar. I have to help a relative with a computer problem. What time were you thinking?"

"Well, I don't know. Would morning or afternoon work best for you?"

"Afternoon, probably. What are we doing?"

"How about 4:00?"

"OK. I guess if you won't tell me what we're doing, please at least keep in mind that any adventure has to be kid-friendly."

"Right. There shouldn't be anything that would be disturbing to a child."

"I'm not too concerned about disturbing. I'm more concerned about boring."

"Well, it should still be OK."

"All right. 4:00 is fine. See you then."

Friday, April 13, 2007

Turkey #1

I've been battling the Venusian Death Cold this week, so I haven't been posting. Here's a picture that Son and I sent out with Son's school pictures.

Monday, April 2, 2007

Juxtapositions are funny

A manager in our department works part time some evenings as a security/usher/drone at a local sporting arena. He gets to see the events for free, and he gets paid a few bucks for his work.

Sometimes, he brings in posters or other giveaways from the events. Today, he brought in a stack of posters that show off the cheerleaders for the local arena football team. Of course, the cheerleading outfits are pretty revealing. He also brought in a stack of little hand towels with the team logo on them.

So, just to recap, there is a stack of semipornographic posters with a stack of towels sitting on our admin assistant's desk. She is quite aghast at this development.

UPDATE: The manager is EBS Guy.