I had a conversation with Baldo McNerdy, and he asked that if you could pick a year with both huge highs and lows or a year with not much of anything, would you pick one or the other?
I figured people would maybe switch depending on what's happened recently. 2011 was kind of like the latter.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
I had a conversation with Baldo McNerdy, and he asked that if you could pick a year with both huge highs and lows or a year with not much of anything, would you pick one or the other?
Extruded by GDad at 12/31/2011 11:00:00 PM
Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Shay asked yesterday what would be the situation where one would refuse to be a pallbearer. The reason it came up was that my grandmother asked me if I was going to be a pallbearer at my stepmother's mother's funeral. I told her that I hadn't yet been asked, but that of course I would agree if asked.
As it turned out, I was.
That did make me wonder if anyone has ever refused, and if so, for what reason? Would I have agreed to do so for someone I didn't know at all? For a notorious criminal? For someone who had murdered a relative? I don't know.
Extruded by GDad at 12/29/2011 08:00:00 AM
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
I was the only person on my team in the building today. One teammate worked from home a half day, and everyone else took the day off.
I had lunch with the woman who hired me into Mega Corporation One. I haven't worked for her since 1999, but it was nice to catch up. At my five year anniversary, I sent her flowers and a note thanking her for hiring me in off the street. She called me, all verklempt. I guess most people don't do things like that.
Extruded by GDad at 12/28/2011 06:37:00 PM
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
On Monday's drive to work, I heard on our local NPR station that Congress had once again snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, and had undealt the payroll tax cut deal. I thought to myself that perhaps we could get past this gridlock by using the Lysistrata tactic. Then I thought that with all of the scandals we hear about, perhaps the Lysistrata tactic would be completely ineffective.
Then I laughed out loud when I realized that very few people would have any idea what the Lysistrata tactic was.
Extruded by GDad at 12/21/2011 01:06:00 PM
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tallguy Martialartist: I think people should keep the Force in Christmas.
GDad Lastname: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krampus
Tallguy Martialartist: I knew Santa Claus couldn't visit so many houses by himself on Christmas Eve!
"In some, Krampus has sexual overtones; he is pictured pursuing buxom women."
GDad Lastname: http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Santa_Claus
First entry under "appearances"
Tallguy Martialartist: I guess that would be doable with a TARDIS.
GDad Lastname: No storage issues, no timing issues, really.
Tallguy Martialartist: Krampus was a Dalek.
"It's funny if you google it."
GDad Lastname: Ow. Now my mind hurts.
I think I may build a full size Dalek next summer.
Tallguy Martialartist: I can't understand why you waited so long.
GDad Lastname: Neighbor Rusty bought two rascal-style scooters at a flea market with no particular idea of what to do with them.
GDad Lastname: Perhaps 1/4" fiberboard could do for the main body.
I can fix that, but it may take a couple of hours.
- Krampus was a Dalek
- Tallguy knows that "It's Funny if you Google It" is my new catchphrase.
Extruded by GDad at 12/20/2011 07:50:00 AM
Monday, December 19, 2011
Last night, I had a dream where we had some issue with the power lines outside our house, and when the lineman was up on the pole assessing the issue, I started angrily lecturing him about his role in the financial troubles we see right now. Evidently, I was quoting the Occupy Movement playbook or something. He kept trying to interject that he was just a blue collar guy working to keep food on the table, but I was on a roll. Finally, he apologized, just to get me to shut up, and I realized that I was probably speaking to the wrong person.
Extruded by GDad at 12/19/2011 07:22:00 AM
Sunday, December 18, 2011
This is Jin Long (金龙, or Golden Dragon, according to Google Translate (or 谷歌翻译)), the newest addition to our house. He or she (can't tell by looking until the herpetological equivalent of puberty) joined our family on Friday. S/he is already chowing down on crickets and bananas.
Our mourning period for Beardie is over. We still miss him, but we're moving on.
Extruded by GDad at 12/18/2011 09:30:00 PM
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
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Monday, December 12, 2011
I went to get a cleaning and checkup today. The office is run by a couple who met professionally, then married. It is quite literally a Mom and Pop shop.
I love the word "quite." It adds no content, but very nicely adds flavor.
Anyway, Margaret Mary Something was my hygienist. Her certificate of dental hygienery was dated 1983, so that makes her a few years older than me. She was, as they say in more polite circles, a bit eccentric.
She was not all that chatty... with me. She occasionally vocalized the monologue that was going in inside her head, but there did not appear to be an expectation that I needed to pay attention or respond in any way. On the few occasions where she did address me, it was in a weird tangential way. "Some people floss better with those floss picks. I'm nobody's mother and can't tell anyone what to do, but we have some samples of them."
There were a couple of other hygienists in of the other rooms that were very loudly talking to their patients about nonsense and sundries. Margaret Mary said at one point, "No need for me to be chatty. We can listen to them."
Her approach to the actual cleaning was, shall we say, aggressive. But even with that bit of pain, my teeth are extra clean and shiny, and I had some time to think. I think I'll ask for her again.
Extruded by GDad at 12/12/2011 09:00:00 PM
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Son's high school school choir had a show today. There was a duet of "Baby, It's Cold Outside" performed by two seniors. The girl was outstanding. The boy forgot his lines, and he kept repeating, "It's cold outside..." over and over.
The girl managed to carry the song, more or less, and afterward, Marcot Ravenswatch said, "Some day, that girl will make a great best friend to a gay man."
Extruded by GDad at 12/11/2011 08:30:00 PM
Saturday, December 10, 2011
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Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I park on the seventh floor of one of our parking garages. Since I get to the office around 6:20am most mornings, I get a pretty good spot, along with several other early birds who remain anonymous, according to the unwritten code of the corporate parking garage. All of your corporate drones know what I'm talking about.
There is one guy who drives a Mercedes convertible roadster. He appears to be in his fifties, but he is perhaps trying to appear to be 10 years younger. None of this is particularly noteworthy, as I completely get the desire to have nice things and to project a youthful appearance. However, I have noticed on several occasions that I can smell his cologne/body spray from about 15 or 20 feet away on a still day when he is walking briskly to the stairwell, and I am perpendicular to his path of travel.
I don't believe I will ever drive to lunch with this fellow.
Extruded by GDad at 11/29/2011 07:44:00 AM
Monday, November 28, 2011
My hand therapist told me that my finger injury is healing on schedule. Notice that I didn't say "nicely." If only I were fully-functionaly polydactyl or had the ability to regenerate lost digits, I could take a different route to full use of my hand.
Extruded by GDad at 11/28/2011 08:00:00 PM
Sunday, November 27, 2011
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Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I need to send some parking passes and admission tickets to some of our Corporate Choir members who will need to be at a venue next Tuesday, but who will not be at rehearsal on Monday. I'm sending the tickets to their home addresses, and I decided to include the following letter along with the tickets.
As always, click to embiggen.
Extruded by GDad at 11/23/2011 08:36:00 AM
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Son made it to the end of the first temple in the new Zelda game tonight. The Big Boss of the temple is not the traditional giant monster, but instead is a skinny pretty-boy demon with a haircut recently known as emo, but which has had previous incarnations as "new wave" and perhaps other names. I Am Not A Hairstylist, so Your Mileage May Vary.
The battle was a bit slow at first. The baddie walked around the room slowly, and Our Hero waggled his sword around to distract the boss into defending one side, then Our Hero would quickly strike from the other. It was like watching a verbal sparring match at some parties I used to attend.
Extruded by GDad at 11/22/2011 09:30:00 PM
Monday, November 21, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
We bought The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword today. The game looks similar to Twilight Princess, but the world seems lighter and more optimistic. The intro tells you that the world was nearly destroyed some time ago, and your job is to restore humanity to its rightful place from its hide-away.
Interestingly, having a splint on one's right ring finger does little to reduce enjoyment of gameplay.
Extruded by GDad at 11/20/2011 09:00:00 PM
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Many of the more technical people on our floor have taken to drawing data diagrams or whatever on the windows with dry erase markers. I drew a database symbol with a nonexistent database name and several nonsense words next to it. So far, the drawing has been up for five weeks.
Extruded by GDad at 11/17/2011 09:00:00 PM
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Our school district levy passed by about 50 votes, which is the number by which it failed last time. This means that we don't need to fire 75 more staff next year. That's 75 staff across a school district with 3500 kids, K-12. That's also after having fired 50 staff this year. In the metro area, our school district is second from the bottom (of ~12 districts) in expenditures per pupil as is.
That means that of the ~6500 votes cast, almost 3250 people were willing to sacrifice a significant quality of education for our students.
Of course, I take my voting seriously. About a month before an election, I print a sample ballot and then read up on the issues and candidates. I was a bit alarmed by the mid-40s woman who followed me in the polling place and told the poll workers, "I'm not sure if this is where I'm supposed to vote. How long is a voter's registration good before it expires? I voted a few years ago, but my neighbor across the street told me I could vote here."
Well-informed populace, indeed.
Extruded by GDad at 11/09/2011 05:36:00 PM
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
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Monday, October 31, 2011
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Friday, October 21, 2011
Our company has a number of large locations around the country. Due to the standardization of job titles by our Human Resources department, there are quite a few people with my job title or a job in my "job family" whom I've never met, and probably won't, given the first premise of this paragraph.
Yesterday, a fellow we'll call Brad Wood added me to his Google+ circles. This concerns me somewhat. I do not know Brad, and I'm pretty certain he doesn't know me. When I read his Google+ profile, I discovered that he is pretty much my mirror universe counterpart. He even has a goatee.
I think he went through our company directory and beplussed everyone in our job family. He has something like 350 people in his circles, but only about 100 returned the "favor."
Extruded by GDad at 10/21/2011 06:30:00 AM
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
After a couple of years of slow going, our new crop of officers in the Corporate Choir is injecting some energy into the group. One concern, though, is that introducing change to some of these long-time members is a task roughly as easy as pushing a garbage bag full of jelly up a hill.
It helps that all of the older women happen to like the young-middle-aged gay man. I'm their Liberace or whatever. Of course, the young-young gay man may come along and usurp me with his better hair and skinnier frame.
Extruded by GDad at 10/19/2011 08:25:00 PM
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
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Saturday, October 15, 2011
One of my assignments is to do an IT Roadmap for some of our in-house applications. This will supplement the Business Strategy Roadmap and the Marketing Roadmap.
But wait, there's more!
These are to be living documents, updated on a cadence of...
Extruded by GDad at 10/15/2011 08:17:00 PM
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Tonight, Son and I spent some time poring over old computer games I'd collected in the nineties and naughties. He was very interested in seeing if some of these old games could play on the laptops we have that are running 64-bit versions of Windows 7. As you might have guessed, some of these games would not run out of the box.
It seems that in the old days of dial-up and proprietary frameworks for a lot of development, there were assumptions about file locations, library versions, and supporting program installations that game developers made that were not portable or sustainable. It made me not miss the good old days at all.
Extruded by GDad at 10/11/2011 09:30:00 PM
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Many congratulations and best wishes to Baldo and Geekina McNerdy on their new son that they've adopted into the world. The party today introduced the boy to friends and family.
Similar to the RoBet appellation for Mandy and Mr. Mandy's daughter, I've settled on Xandael for Alexander Michael. Friends now know to work on the name combinations to make it harder to come up with these portmanteaus.
Extruded by GDad at 10/08/2011 09:30:00 PM
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
If you haven't watched Terra Nova, and you are planning to watch up through the third episode, read no further. Otherwise...
Hunky guard - daughter's potential love interest - is the Sixer mole. They said there was a mole, and there are only three non-main characters with any lines.
Guard will try to corrupt girl, but The Power of Love will make him turn back to the main colony.
The Sixers say that the commander knows about the carvings on the rock, because that's the only way he keeps in contact with his son. This leads us to believe the son is out in the jungle.
The smart daughter also mentioned that the reason they know they're in a different timeline is because the future world sent back a probe that was never found.
The Sixers also said something to the effect of "Control the past (now) and control the future (2149, presumably).
I contend that the commander destroyed the probe's ability to broadcast to the future in the 150+ days when he was alone in the past so as to make the future THINK there was a separate timeline, and that he's writing on the stones to communicate with his son in the future, so his son will be able to wield immense power of some kind.
Extruded by GDad at 10/06/2011 08:30:00 PM
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Baldo and Geekina have a dog named Daisy. Daisy is pretty smart for a dog, but she's one of those dogs who barks a lot at things that interest her. Recently, a hot air balloon company has enjoyed some success in Small Town, and Daisy believes that hot air balloons are there for her barking pleasure. This is all well and good, except that when Neighboring Town started building a water tower, Daisy confused the tower with a hot air balloon and would bark at it whenever Baldo would drive past it with her in the car.
Extruded by GDad at 10/05/2011 05:48:00 AM
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Neighbor Rusty found a pickup truck that he wanted to buy. It was only $700. I'm not sure if that was OBO or not. He asked if I could drive him "there" to pick it up.
I visited a county that I rarely enter. Rusty claimed a 40-minute drive. I forget that I drive the speed limit, and Rusty... does not.
Extruded by GDad at 10/04/2011 08:30:00 PM
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
[GDad walks into the house, doffs his jacket, and sits on the recliner for a moment. Butt barely hits chair, when...]
GDad: Oh, for... [Gets up] Hello?
Rusty: GDad. You have to come over to my house RIGHT NOW.
GDad: Is everything OK?
Rusty: Yes, it's fine. There's something in my yard. It's weird, funny, and disturbing. You NEED to see this.
GDad: I'll be right over.
The yappy little dogs that Rusty has managed to chase a young groundhog up a tree. Here is proof.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Son's school hosts the annual Small Town Classic, a marching band competition. This year, they had a need for an announcer. GPop and I were working at the football game concession stand a few weeks back, and GPop told one of the Band Moms that I could do the job.
So, off I went, attired in my battle armor of bow tie, sport jacket, and fez. They probably hadn't seen this announcer's uniform before, but I wore it proudly.
Throughout the competition, I was able to observe the performances and hear the comments of several of the judges as they recorded their commentary for the schools. The head judge sat next to me, and I was able to hear him lend his critiques to the event. I was pretty impressed with the judges. Even when they were giving the kids the business for mistakes, they did it in a way that seemed very constructive rather than critical.
Since Our Kids were the hosts, our school performed last. I had never watched our band from this vantage point before. My other observations were either at an odd angle or from the concession stand, so this was my first great view.
I was blown away. These kids are amazingly talented. Their show ran for about ten minutes, and the first seven minutes of the judges' commentary seemed to be variations on, "Great job! You guys are AWESOME! We love you!" At about seven minutes in, there was a comment to the effect of, "Sometimes that move can look a little sloppy, but you guys pulled it out in the end. Way to go!" Then it was back to, "We love you!"
I started to tear up a little, I was so proud.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I just spent about 45 minutes doing a spot check of some of those web sites that collect rants from angry people about poor service or products or whatever. The sites make me sad, because a fair portion (I'll tentatively claim "majority," but I did not actually pull a representative sample.) of the complaints appear to be from people who are scarily ill-informed about how the modern world works.
I get that sometimes people sputter Angrish when confronted with bad service, but it astounds me that people would write such incoherent rants that we, the readers, start to root for the companies in question.
Especially alarming were the stories of people who were upset that they had spent money on psychic readings and had not gotten a good value for the cash. That's pretty pleonastic in my book. Redundant, even.
Extruded by GDad at 9/22/2011 06:30:00 AM
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
On July 7, 2007, we went to Fuddrucker's.
During the dinner, Eggbert Terwilliger, who enjoys telling a good tale, remarked that he had read about people in Far East Asia who saw the 7/7/7 date as especially auspicious, so there were many weddings and other embarkations of life's journeys on that day in China and Japan.
Flash forward three or four years.
We were out eating dinner at a local restaurant, and Eggbert remarked on a recent date with a noteworthy representation, such as 10/10/10 or something. He remarked again about the things he had read about 7/7/7.
I asked, "Do you know what you were doing on July 7, 2007?"
"No, not really."
While he had been speaking, I had reached into my wallet where I had folded up and saved the receipt from that day, knowing full well that he would revisit this story sometime down the road. "Well, at about 7:00pm, we were finishing dinner at Fuddrucker's. Our server's name was Justin. I ate the Bleh Burger, and Son had a Whatever Burger."
"How. On. Earth. Did. You. Know. That?"
Extruded by GDad at 9/21/2011 06:30:00 AM
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I might have used that title in the past.
I'm going in for my annual eye exam. This is what my eye looks like on a normal day, under normal lighting, at about 9:00am.
This is what my eye will look like today under similar circumstances at about 9:00am.
Extruded by GDad at 9/20/2011 06:12:00 AM
Monday, September 19, 2011
Corporate Choir will be performing "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" this winter. I don't believe that I have heard this song in the past fifteen years without tearing up a little when I hear, "Through the years, we all will be together, if the Fates allow."
Extruded by GDad at 9/19/2011 06:37:00 PM
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Son's marching band at Small Town High School took first place in yesterday's competition. They also received a Superior rating (relative vs. absolute grading), which sends them to the state competition no matter how they perform in subsequent competitions.
Extruded by GDad at 9/18/2011 06:34:00 PM
Saturday, September 17, 2011
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Saturday, September 10, 2011
Last night, GPop and I worked at the concession stand at Small Town High School's football game. The performing arts booster club runs the concessions to make money for all the performing arts programs. The recently ex-president of STHSPABC is a rather outspoken fellow who just sent out a missive explaining that parents of all students in any performing arts programs are expected to give consideration to volunteering for these events. Some parents expressed confusion about this.
President's e-mail explained it in no uncertain terms, then closed with the line, "Consider yourself unconfused."
Extruded by GDad at 9/10/2011 06:54:00 AM
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Today's task was to recruit for our corporate choir. Kelly, the membership and recruitment driector, and I were sitting near the cafeteria accosting people on their way to lunch.
"Come sing with us!"
"You don't want me to sing."
We need a better comeback.
Extruded by GDad at 9/07/2011 06:47:00 PM
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
We went to the Small Town Labor Day parade today. Small Town High School's marching band, starring Son Lastname on the cymbals, marched through with much fanfare.
GPop and I sat with Eggbert Terwilliger and Marcot Ravenswatch. Our goal was to count queens. We decided to predict the number of queens, which we loosely defined as "girl wearing a tiara and sash." This would also include any emergency backup princesses, duchesses, marquesses, baronesses, and countesses. Marcot said 12. GPop said 15. I said 23. Eggbert predicted 32.
There were 51. Fifty-one girls in tiaras and sashes.
Extruded by GDad at 9/05/2011 08:47:00 PM
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
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Thursday, September 1, 2011
We had a nice dinner with friends in honor of my birthday. Son had to skip it. He's Involved With School now, so he has a Schedule To Keep. My caloric intake topped a number I don't think I've seen in at least a few months.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
GPop had to take Son to the doctor yesterday. Son came down in the morning and said he couldn't hear very well and that his ears hurt. After the appointment, GPop called me to say that Son needed some antibiotics to treat an ear infection, and that there was some fluid behind Son's eardrums.
Son texted me a few minutes later with the message, "Did you hear about the water behind my eardrums, because I didn't."
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Son had several homework assignments to do over the weekend. I always make myself available to help him if he needs it.
Partway through his precalculus assignment, he said, "I should have done this on Friday, when I would have remembered everything the teacher said in class."
I asked him, "Is this somehow my fault that you didn't?" I was fully expecting him to lay responsibility for this everywhere but at his own feet. He had asked to go to a marching band party before the game on Friday, and then had the band performance to attend. He'd had a couple of hours before he needed to be at the school.
I think he read the tone in my voice, because he answered that he guessed that it wasn't.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Lotus Notes is our corporate e-mail and calendaring program of choice. Every few years, there are people who examine our needs vs. the capabilities of enterprise-level programs such as Microsoft Outlook, Lotus Notes, and others. I wonder if Notes will win the "bake off" again.
Here's a message that recently appeared thrice on my screen. Click to embiggen.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Today was Small Town High School's first day of class. Son is now driving to school, because he's of age to drive, and because he has blossomed into participating in some after-school activities that make driving a much more convenient choice than whatever else.
He got up this morning and get himself ready. GPop has to work early on Thursdays, so he left. As we were finishing with the breakfast detail, I asked Son, "Do you want me to stay here until you leave, or have you got it covered?"
Son looked up at the ceiling for a second (The answer is always written on the ceiling in our house.), and said, "You can hang out here if you want." So we sat down on the couch together for a moment.
Son turned on the teevee. Now that he's a Driver, he wanted to watch the morning news for the weather and traffic reports. Keep in mind that the school is about one-and-a-half miles away as the crow flies, but six miles as the traffic engineers have decreed. Of course, none of this is on any freeway large enough to be noticed by the traffic report, but nonetheless, Son was quite interested in finding out where the downtown Capital City traffic snarls were.
After a moment, the newsbots behind the anchor desk came back on. GPop likes to watch that woman on HLN. I find her nattering to be irritatingly inane. This morning, the TiVo had tuned to the local FOX affiliate during the night for some reason, so we saw the vacant stares of Polly Ethylene and Sal Uloid looking directly into the camera. Storms had come through during the night, so the top story was the weather.
Sal: It's the first day of school for many schools in the area, but the storms coming through have caused two-hour delays for three local school systems!
Polly: [long pause] And those school systems are....?
Sal: [pause] Oh! Littleton, Smallville, and Nanoburg.
Son: Why on Earth are we watching FOX?
GDad: You're the one who has the remote.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Some years back, I told my team about the famous Wolf Shirt. A few days later, I was no longer a manager. As a parting gift, my team bought me a Wolf Shirt and we went out to a happy hour, which has been a monthly-ish recurring gig.
Hooray for half-price appetizers!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
I need an adjective that means, "describing circumstances or an action that to most people would seem risible, but to those most closely observing seems predictable and saddening."
How about adding another meaning to the word "corporate?"