Four word movie review. 'Batman, Joker, Dent - crazy.'
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Son is working on his science homework right now. He has to do a term/definition match exercise with science terms. He was trying to figure out the metric unit for measuring mass. I wanted to help him by grabbing a food item from the counter that was measured in grams. Without looking at what I was taking, I grabbed this. Coincidence?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Son's school starts today. The school had an open house last night. I thought it was kind of weird that they would do that before school started, but my mom explained it to me. Her 35+ years of teaching gave her the insight that an open house before school starts makes this situation go away....
[Scene: School open house during second week of school.]
Parent: So, Ms. Teacher, how is my little Johnny doing?
Teacher: Johnny... He's the one with the red hair and glasses, right?
This year, we found out that instead of being on "teams" where groups of teachers share the kids so that the kids in group A only have teachers from group A, etc., the new terminology is that the kids are in "houses."
I will recommend that Son try to get into Ravenclaw.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
This was at the state fair. Most of the web seems to call this dish Crab Rangoon, but there are a couple of references to Crab Ragoon (which the spel cheker in Firefox doesn't seem to like). So, dear readers, what have you heard it called?
p.s. Notice the Deep Fried Ravioli. Mmmmm.... fried things.
Friday, August 22, 2008
I had a few weird dreams the last few nights. In one, we traded our tan Omni for a red Volvo station wagon. I was alone driving the station wagon, and I ran over and killed Isaac Asimov, who jumped out into the middle of the road.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I went to D____ Lake Park today. I am so red that I could be in the Queen's guard while not wearing a shirt. D____ Lake Park is fun.
I have second degree burns from the sun. They hurt.
I spent a large part of last night and today throwing up. I must have caught something from the water.
Pain is not fun. My blisters are receding, and I am no longer expelling the contents of my stomach through my mouth. I am still not feeling good, though.
Now, I am feeling good. It's amazing how gullible people can be. Ex: "certain friend" read a book on AIDS which contains "the real facts." That's a crock of bull excrement. The book said that AIDS could be transmitted through pores or from a person to a toilet seat to another person. HORSE HOCKEY! (Using the words of Col. Sherman Potter, M*A*S*H 4077). This "certain friend" believed every word of that book. I tend to doubt his intelligence.
I'm losing my skin. It's peeling off very quickly.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
It is foggy and skunky today. Sent from phone.
Extruded by GDad at 8/15/2008 06:17:00 AM
Thursday, August 14, 2008
So I've had a mild headache for a couple of days. No, I haven't taken anything for it.
Last night, at 1:58am, some jack@$$ kid called our house. GPop answered. I heard this half of the conversation. "Hello? Who is this? It's 2:00! [click]."
A moment later, the phone rang again. GPop reported that the kid was yelling, "Don't hang up on me, bi+¢#! #$*&(*&#@@#*&(!" GPop hung up, then got up to go to the bathroom. He took the phone with him.
It rang again, and GPop answered and just started mashing the number pad with his hand. The kid didn't call back.
After we got up at the regular time, I did the key combination to do a call back for the last number that called our phone. "Doo doo DOO! The number you are trying to call back is PRIVATE."
I looked a bit further back in the phone book, and I found that there was another key combination that would trace the call and keep the trace on file for law enforcement to look into. I did that. The phone told me that there would be a charge for this service, which I intend to recoup from the caller.
At times like these, my faith in the goodness of humanity takes a little dip.
On the day of my grandmother's operation (She's all better now. Thanks for the kind words when it happened.), a few things happened that are worthy of mention. I had a long post planned, but the highlights are...
- When the blood taking guy came in, I asked my aunt, who is a former nurse, if the right term for that practice was phlebotomy. When she confirmed it, I said, "Thank goodness that it's not the discredited 'science' of phlebology." Much laughter.
- Out in the hallway, I saw the list of Doctors of the Month. One of the recent award winners was the unfortunately named Dr. Kwak.
- About an hour before Grandma went in for the operation, Brother 3 called. He told me that he thought he had broken his ankle and that he might have tetanus. Since the whole family was already at the hospital, I went to bring him to the ER. He had a sprained ankle and no tetanus.
- At least a dozen people came in to gather information from, extract fluids from, or give things to Grandma. Based on my ER experience with Son when we thought he had appendicitis, this is standard procedure.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I heard that the Perseids would be especially visible last night/this morning, so I told Son that if I got up early enough, I'd get him up to go view them. He sounded very interested. When I got up at 5:20 (sunrise = 6:41) this morning, I tried to get Son out of bed, but he wasn't having any of that.
I went outside to see what I could see, but I got a big load of nothing. There was a little haze to the west, but the east was clear. Orion was in the sky. For some reason, Orion makes me smile. Maybe it's his canine sidekick.
According to Roger Ebert's journal entry here, the opening ceremonies for the 2008 Beijing Olympics cost about $300,000,000.
According to the CIA on The World Factbook site, there are 16 countries with annual (estimated) gross domestic products less than that.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Our state's department of corrections and rehabilitation has an offender search online. If I'm missing my COPS fix, I'll sometimes go there to search for people who have similar names to people I know. Several years ago, I would search the site for potential boyfriends for a woman who bemoaned her single status. We'd joke that the burglars would make good providers and such.
Anyway, I'm noticing that a lot of these people have facial hair. The percentage is a great deal higher than the percentage of people with facial hair in the building where I work. Even if I correct for the gender disparity, I still see more scruff on the pictures of the incarcerated.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Remember that last week marked one year from Son's adoption. Today marks two years from the day when Son moved into our home. He came with a suitcase full of clothes, a plastic garbage bag full of miscellanea, a 15-gallon plastic tote with toys, and a second hand bike.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
During our visit to the state fair, we made it to the livestock area after we'd walked down the midway. When we got to the sheep barn, I recalled that some of my couple-times-removed cousins had said something at our recent family reunion about taking some sheep to the fair. I couldn't remember what their last name was (big family / big reunion), so I wandered around looking for a sign that said these sheep were from the PIP City* area. There were no PIP City signs, so I called my grandmother to ask what the cousins' last name was. After she consulted with Grandpa, she told me that it was "Corbett," and to tell them that she sent her greetings.
One more trip through the sheep barn did not yield any Corbett-related sheep, so I wandered over to the sheep concession stand. Yes, there was one. I asked the guy if there was some kind of directory so I could find my family. He replied, "You need to go to the Sheep Department Office. It's around the corner."
The Sheep Department. Really.
In the Sheep Department office, there was a woman helping a family fill out some sheepy paperwork, so I waited until they were done. I told her that I was looking for the Corbett family sheep. She opened a big folder. "Cochran... Compton... Connor... Cunningham... Dabney... Nope, no Corbett. Are you sure they're in the Junior Division?"
I replied that I wasn't sure, but that the concession guy had sent me over here.
She frowned for a second in thought, then said, "Maybe you should try the General Sheep Department Office. It's the next room over."
There were two sheep departments. Sheeps department. Sheeps departments. Whatever. Who knew?
As I entered the next room, it struck me that the General Sheep Department was a lot busier than I would have guessed. I mean, I have some wool slacks, but still...
There were about five people helping a couple of customers/presenters. I saw a map of the building with some names on it, so I looked for Corbett, but in vain. A nice friendly voice interrupted my thoughts. "Can I help you?"
I looked around. All of the other customers had gone away. "I'm looking for some cousins of mine. They told me they were bringing some sheep to the state fair."
"I... uh... I work in a very tall building. I think the sheep were black."
There was a two count, and all of the workers started laughing. After a moment, one of them took pity on me and asked, "What's the last name?"
Without any hesitation, the lady said, "They're in wave two. They'll be here on Wednesday."
I was amazed that she knew this off the top of her head without having to resort to the Goog, or even a little book. I quipped, "The sheep community in this state must be really tightly knit."
"Yeah, there aren't too many of us weft," she replied, with a wink**.
*PIP = Past Its Prime - This city was a medium sized industrial center in our state until it started to decline about 25 years ago.
**OK, she really didn't say that last bit, but the rest actually happened.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Arthur Dent: You know, it's at times like this, when I'm stuck in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.
Ford Prefect: Why? What did she tell you?
Arthur Dent: I don't know! I didn't listen!
--Ford and Arthur from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
We took Son and some other kids to the state fair yesterday. One of the attractions was the Bat Copter from the 1960s teevee version of Batman. For a fee, you could take a three or four minute ride around the fairgrounds.
Son had never been in a flying aircraft before, so I paid to take him up. The craft was a three-seater, so the pilot and the two of us were able to go at the same time. Son was a bit afraid of the thing at first, but he decided that it wasn't that scary once we were up in the air.
I did see Julie Newmar's autograph on the control console. Pretty fun all around.