Friday, September 30, 2011

Up a Tree

[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

More of This...

Storied town, from of old,
Wife of salt, I've been told,
That's Gomorrah!

For those of you who haven't seen this, sing it to the refrain of That's Amore!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011


Seen out and about.

Weirdly, this isn't rotated in my photo editor.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


From the Honey Festival.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Announcements, Announcements, Announcements

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

Spread It

Rick Santorum.

Do not click that link if you are at work.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Those Complaint Sites

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.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Crazy Prepared

On July 7, 2007, we went to Fuddrucker's.

So what?

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?"

"I'm prepared."

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Eye Told You

The money shot.

The Eyes Have It

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.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Sad Song

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."

Sunday, September 18, 2011

More Performing Arts Goodness

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.

Saturday, September 17, 2011


This appears to be my two-thousandth published post.  Whee!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Foto Phriday - Language Edition

Is this
A) an especially tone-deaf stereotype of Italian immigrants?
B) a confusion of Mayans and Romans?
C) (per co-worker Troy) Hooked on Phonics gone wildly amok?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Unintended Consequences

One of the unintended consequences of school starting is that germs spread.  The head colds are especially sinister.  Bleh.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011


"There is no force for mayhem more powerful than a well-intentioned imbecile."

Monday, September 12, 2011


We went to another small town festival Saturday.  It was to celebrate the contributions of bees and beekeepers to American society.  We saw honey candy, honey cakes, honey sauce, honey kabobs, honey etouffee...

Sunday, September 11, 2011


September 11, 2001.

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."

Friday, September 9, 2011


This is the longest short week I've ever had.

Thursday, September 8, 2011


I found out today that some friends are hosting an exchange student.  These are friends we haven't seen for a couple of years, since Son drives a lot of what we do.  I hope we can reconnect with these folks soon.

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.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011


We're rewatching Farscape with Son.  I really want to like it, but something is interfering with that.

Monday, September 5, 2011

I Love a Parade

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.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Foto Sunday - No Loitering

This is an actual sign from outside the courthouse of a nearby Other Town.  It's a bit of a mixed message.  Click to embiggen.

Saturday, September 3, 2011

John and Sylvia

Why did the psychic cross the road?

To get to the Other Side.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Foto Phriday - Phood Art

Here's a photo sent in by friend Mary.  It was sent to her by her college student daughter, who was amused by how much this pickle and french fry combo looked like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

BD Din

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.