We had our first new gaming session in a while. Our game master is doing a really good job.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Son and I needed to get out of the house for a bit to let GPop be alone. GPop had fallen out of a tree onto his bottom, and he needed the time to salve his ego and hit coccyx.
I decided we'd drive up toward Grandma's and see if we could find any cemeteries with gravestones of any of my ancestors from the area. It was a great surprise to find an old church cemetery, sans church, that had a lot of stones with names I recognized.
I found a large obelisk stone with the name Rev. Caleb Ballinger. I thought I recognized the Ballinger name, and sure enough, when I got home, I found that it was my great-great-great-great-grandfather. Neat!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
We hadn't been home for four hours when a shirtless, very sweaty guy that I didn't recognize came knocking on our door.
Sweaty Guy: Heh heh... I just bought some steaks from a guy on a truck. Heh heh... I realized I don't have any potatoes. Can I borrow some? Heh heh....
GDad: [Utterly sincerely] I'm afraid we don't have any potatoes.
Sweaty Guy: Heh heh. OK. [Wanders off to the north.]
I watched him approach a house about a hundred yards away. The people in the house chatted with him for a second, then I saw their open garage door close and Sweaty Guy walked away. GPop and I decided to alert the sheriff.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
We've been in the Toronto Pearson airport for over an hour, and we've yet to hear one of those security announcements.
Nous avons été dans l'aéroport Pearson de Toronto pour une heure, et nous avons encore à entendre une de ces annonces de sécurité.
Extruded by GDad at 7/19/2011 02:20:00 PM
Monday, July 18, 2011
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Friday, July 15, 2011
GPop was trimming some trees and went all pareidolia yesterday. He pointed out the recently deceased dryad, and claimed some responsibility for its demise. I assured him I would share his dastardly deed with the intarwebosphere.
Click to embiggen.
And in answer to your question, white pine.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Another first generation immigrant, whose name I didn't catch, was in the elevator with me today at about the same time of day, which again should be very busy. We got all the way to the lobby without any stops.
This doesn't change my observation about Jerry, but I now have additional data. What to do? What to do?
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
A local family-run Italian restaurant (not famiglia-run) has a kids' menu and a box of crayons for the puzzles and such. At GPop's birthday, we asked for the crayons, and since the placemats were paper, we used them to make ART.
Friday, July 8, 2011
I'm not sure how I feel about this. I think I mostly feel a sense of awe at the tone-deaf marketing. ("Hmmm.... Let's appeal to girls by MAKING IT PINK!") If you are colorblind, the camouflage has a bright pink theme more often associated with B@rbie than with the topic at hand.
UPDATE: As a friend pointed out, given my success rate with predicting what things will be popular and what things won't, it's likely that people should buy stock in the company that produces this toy.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
The misspelling in the title is intentional. There was an episode of Corner Gas where the local news rag had a headline proclaiming "HANK IS PHYCIC!"
I got in an elevator the other day with Jerry, a first generation immigrant from China. We nodded, but he was on his cell phone, so we didn't chat. I was prepared to stop on several floors, since we are near the top of the building, and it was time for early birds to start heading home. With an increasing sense of amazement, I watched as we passed all the other floors and got off in the lobby.
The thought ran through my head that Jerry was like one of those little good luck charms people keep on their keychains, but then I realized that I could not say anything of the sort, because of possible issues with A) height, and B) concerns that "lucky" and Chinese tied together could be some kind of stereotype that I am not privileged to use.