This is how we do it

Today like most of the past week, Tyler had some trouble sleeping. He woke up 10 minutes into his nap, and proceeded to call for me. Normally I would just go up tuck him back in and tell him to have a good nap. But today he started crying and asked me to come up and snuggle him so he could sleep. "My teeth hurt,come snuggle me so I can sleep." My theory is he won't ask me to comfort him when he is hurt or sad forever, so I may as well take advantage of the time I have. Best part of my long day....... falling to sleep at noon on a Monday with my favorite kid (I can only say that for a few more months) curled up at my side.

Garden State

I like this movie. There is something about movies where nothing happens in any of the scenes, but in the end they all add up to something of great consequence. It seems that most movies I like have some profound statement about life, all told through scenes of nothingness...... I just connect with them. So if you have the chance, watch Garden State. But be prepared, it moves like The Station Agent. See it through to the end, and remember, it is the sum of the parts.

Facebook and the faceybookiness of it

Facebook. As legend has it, it's legendary ability to assist in e-social networking is the stuffs that legends are made of. And that my friends is just what I have found to be true.

Recently I broke my ban on Facebook and signed up for an account. I was talked into it when someone whom I know very well informed me that a friend had written about how they had recently been introduced to MarioKart on the wii. As I have also found myself addicted to the MarioKart, I needed to sign up for Facebook to look for other acquaintences with similar racing issues.

Day One: Sign up for Facebook, request my wife as a friend.
Day Two: Get bombarded with email (30ish) regarding friend request things
Get annoyed that my email was getting junked up
Day Three: Spent 2 minutes trying to find people that I know who play MarioKart
Tried to start a "Group" for MarioKart but found that there isn't a way
to restrict EVERYONE in the Facebook "community" from joining
Left a message for someone that I haven't talked to in five years.

I still haven't found anyone from my previous non e-life that plays MarioKart. There is not a way to search by geographic location or by interests. All I have found is that it automatically cross refrences your "friends" list with those of your e-friend's friends lists to "connect" you to other people you might find interesting. To sum up that "neat-o" function..... useless. Facebook first impression you ask? It is like the childhood game telephone. You know where you whisper in the ear of the person next to you and it goes down the line and the last person says something histerically funny that is not what the original person said. Yeah like that. So far it is useless, and if I tell a non-Facebook user that it is useless and they tell someone else, by the time it gets to the last person not on Facebook they say "IT'S SO AWESOME!"

We will see in the coming weeks if I find any use for an e-life, or time for it as being a parent of a little kid (turns 2 today) leaves little time for computing (aka wasting time on Facebook)

Money Does Not A Good Parent Make

I saw this the other night and haven't stopped thinking of it since. I often find myself leaving the TV on HGTV as the programming does not necessarily require you to give your undivided attention to it to understand what is going on. The other night there was a new show on called........... Property something or other...... or Realestate whatchamahoozie.... not important. The show is in reality format, and follows the life and work of Tatiana. She opened her own "Property Shop". She is a mother and a wife and a business owner. Good for her. Anyway, near the end of the episode, she was shown on the phone really late one night trying to make a deal. Then the next day on the phone trying to figure out why the deal didn't go through. Then in her office talking to an apprentice / protege about how to spend your time with clients. And as the show was ending it showed her getting in her car talking about being late for her son's birthday party. She walked in late to a place like Joker's where her son was celebrating his birthday with friends and family. And finally as the credits were rolling she was shown getting back in her car (son not in tow) talking about there being a master plan and that it wouldn't always be like that. She said that she did have a plan and that "it is not schlepping crappy properties" for the rest of her life. Okay. So the plan is to leave your children with a feeling of abandonment for their childhood. And then when they are off at college, or out in the working world, or have children of their own, they feel what? Oh Mom has time for me now, I should drop my stuff to spend time with her? Unlikely. I mean she is teaching them that her job is more important than they are. Having more free time when the kids are grown may not necessarily be the same. I bet that show "My Sweet Sixteen" on MTV shows parties thrown by wealthy parents trying to make up for the 15 previous birthdays that they couldn't attend or were late to. The kids on that show are generally the type that act as though someone owes them something........ maybe someone does. I am not knocking having a career, or having to work. I know stuff has to be paid for, I know sacrifices have to be made. What I am saying is that all of that time spent on a deal that didn't go through was not worth being late for her son's birthday. Even if she "saved the deal" and the business made all the cash, is that worth being late for your own kids birthday? I don't think it would be. Someday I will be able to look at my kids and say "This is why I chose to do things the way I did them..." and be proud of the example I set.
So needless to say, I will not watch "Property Shop" as doing so will only go to validate the example she is setting for her children.

Looks like we were all wrong about Obama afterall

Three words........ Considering a Labradoodle.

I don't know why I thought he wasn't an idiot. He is a politician and he is considering a labradoodle. That's twice the idiot that G.W. is.

Three Jobs Is Too Many

No I don't actually have three jobs, but that seems to be what people think. I had to go to Home Depot for work the other day. I had a cart and stuff in the cart and was shopping for light bulbs when a woman approached me. "I am looking for a chain for my snow blower. Is that something that is usually covered by warranty?" I was like "Um I couldn't tell you." She went on to say that it would be and she was going to buy the chain and blah blah blah. Blah blah bring it in to be fixed. "Can you show me where the chains are?" I said no and that I wouldn't know where to start. She pointed out how unhelpful I was and started walking away. "I don't even work here!" I thought it was odd for someone to just walk up and assume someone was working and then start making demands of them. Whatever. I had stuff to do and more errands to run. I finished my shift (aka shopping) at Home Depot and headed to my favorite retailer.... Wal-Mart. When I pulled into the lot I was annoyed at how busy the store was. I parked two towns over and walked through the unplowed lot. When I got in I saw that there weren't any carts. I turned around to go back out and find one in the lot when I saw a woman carrying a baby (very new looking baby) and a diaper bag. She saw that there were no carts and wasn't impressed. I went over to her and let her know that I was going out to get myself a cart and that I would get her one. I ran out and grabbed 2 carts. When I got back in she thanked me for my help. I pushed my cart toward the automatic doors when this old lady threw her purse and oxygen tank into my cart... "I was next!" I was next? Next for what? I replied. "I was next in line for a cart." I told the old lady that I didn't work there I was just helping that other girl because she needed help and that she was rude. I told her that if she asked me politely I would consider letting her have my cart and that I would get another. Then the hag says "I didn't know you didn't work here." I said "You are rude. You can have the cart, but don't expect Santa to be stopping at your house this year."

What the hell is wrong with people?

crashed my car while I cried and peed my pants

Today I was debating whether or not to make a BJ's run while Ty was spinning in the livingroom. He kept saying "I'm so dizzy. I'm spinning." It reminded me of the song "I'm so dizzy" by Tommy Roe. So I told him there was a song about spinning and that I would let him hear it. I busted out the old youtube trick and played the song for him. He said "I really like that song dad. I do, I do." I asked if he wanted to go to the music store and we could buy that cd, and then go to BJ's. He thought it was good.
I picked out a compilation with "Dizzy" on it because Tommy Roe's cd was probably not awesome. Also on the disc is a number of good tunes. I thought he might like "The Lion Sleeps Tonight". Actually I knew he would like it, so I played it. That is when I started laughing so hard that I started crying and peeing and crashing. Aparently the song goes "Where Nemo went, where Nemo went, where Nemo went and not A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh. Who knew?

Calling all astrophysicists

So I have been doing a lot of refinishing of floors lately, and have had around 40 hours of quiet alone with my thoughts time. I can hear the "Oh no!!" emanating from a certain cubicle in a certain hallway at MSC. But enough about my wife and on to my thoughts.
It all started with the thought "I wonder if the word orange was first used to reference the color or the fruit?" I can't really prove either, so on to more pressing issues.
In conversation about nerdy science stuff, the topic of super slow motion was brought up. I am going to be forced to write the following in train of thought format as it doesn't make sense to write it any other way. So you have all seen the water drop stuff I am sure. But why does it first send the water around the initial impact point straight up? It must have something to do with how the most efficient way for energy to be released is in a sphere. Oh and it will take the path of least resistance. So the path of least resistance in this situation is not down into the water but up into the air. Maybe the energy that travels up from this impact pulls the surface of the water up with it.....Kind of like how gravity pulls things down. Wait what is gravity again? I wonder if it is the result of the centrifugal force from the spinning of the planet. I mean if the centrifugal force of the earth spinning is pushing everything away from the center of the earth that would make sense, but it doesn't because of gravity...... maybe gravity is the result of centrifugal force bouncing off the contents of the earth and atmosphere and pulling things back toward the center. Like those guys that break cement blocks in "competitions". If they have enough force they break them all, if they don't they "get double the force back into their arms".... no doubt a result of their initial 1000 pounds of force exerted into the cement plus the force that bounces off the unbroken bricks....that would probably feel like double the force.....anyway is gravity just centrifugal force that is too weak to push all of the mass out so it bounces back toward the center?
So if anyone knows let me know. And if anyone thinks my brain doesn't work like it should let me know that too. Finally, if anyone thinks of stuff like this too, let me know. It is nice to not feel alone in insanity.

Are you still talking about that?

Quite a while ago I started referring to myself as American-Asian. Mostly because I am American of Asian descent. That's right folks, I am American first. I would have thought that some super-PC person would have made that change a long time ago. I am one generation from being Asian, on my Dad's side anyway. My point is African Americans are several generations from being anything African, but who am I to judge. I understand the importance of being the first of something, but not celebrating it for being the first. My issue with this stems from a statistic I heard on the news. 46ish percent of "Whites" voted for Obama. 60ish percent of "Hispanics" for Obama...... 95ish percent of "African Americans" voted for Obama. 95 percent of African Americans thought he was the best man for the job? Really? 95 percent agreed that he would do a better job as president. I wonder how many percent of that vote was racially motivated. One might even say that a large percentage of "African Americans" didn't vote for John McCain because he is white. Racist bastards! That's all I have to say about that..... except that I also voted for Obama, I think he will do a better job fixing the things that I think are more important to fix. I did not vote for him so I could be part of "making history by voting for the black guy."

Really? Really!

Fuck this guy and everything he stands for. Kids need both parents, and lets face it, fishing boat operator wouldn't provide as much for the family as VP would. As VP their kids would be able to go to college anywhere and probably for free. As fishing boat operator the kids could go to community college if they worked full time and paid for it themselves. And for the record... Fathers are more than capable of taking care of the kids every bit as well as a Mother. So how about we make our political decisions based on politics and not the preconceived notion that Dads are useless members of the family whose worth as a family member is measured only in how much money we can go out and make.