Hair, or the Lack Thereof

Two days ago the three of us were sitting around eating lunch. The topic of Thomas’ too-long hair came up and Tammy and I both agreed that he needed a haircut. The following dialog commenced:

Me: You really need a haircut.
Thomas: But dad, I don’t want a haircut.
Me: You should get your hair cut like mine! 🙂
Thomas: But daaaaaad! I don’t wanna be bald!

I’m not bald… just thinning…

The First Rule

Last night was bowling night. (164, 174, 129, in case you were wondering.) Thomas (my 9 year-old) goes with us and hangs out with us or in the arcade. Last night, his best friend went too, because his best friend’s mother was also bowling. So there we were at the bowling alley, having a good time.

Shortly before we were going to head home, Thomas and his best friend were running around (politely) and pretending to have some sort of ninja battle or Power Ranger fight or some other struggle against the powers of evil that kids do. The following dialog then ensued:

Me: Hey guys… this isn’t Fight Club, you know?
Thomas: The first rule of Fight Club is you don’t talk about Fight Club!

I laughed my head off.

And no, he hasn’t seen Fight Club. We were watching some kids show recently, some cartoon, and there was a bit of dialog something like “… the first rule of Fluffy Bunny Club is you don’t talk about Fluffy Bunny Club…” or something like that. I immediately cracked up, and so I had to explain to him why that was funny. I told him about that one scene in Fight Club and he obviously remembered it very well. Too well. I’m sure the other adults who were nearby now think I let him watch inappropriate films…


It used to be that going for a walk and taking your camera was called “going for a walk and taking your camera.” No longer. Apparently now it’s called Photowalking. So, to keep up with the cool kids, I will use the same name.

For the last two nights, I’ve been “photowalking” around my neighborhood. None of the photos I’ve taken have been “amazing” or “stunning” or “you’ve-gotta-see-this” quality, but I especially like this one of the trees silhouetted against the evening sky.

You can see the rest of the pictures at the following links:

Exploding Soda

A few days ago I went by the grocery store. One of the things I picked up were some 12-packs of soda. I had three 12-packs in my cart when I went to check-out, and the clerk said that they had a special running: 4 12-packs for $10, and you got three 2-liters for free. It made sense for me to go get some more soda, so I did.

When I got home, I was able to get everything except two of the 12-packs in one trip, with the intention of coming back out for the other two. But something happened, and I never made it back out. The 2 12-packs in question were in the back floorboard, out of direct sunlight, so I didn’t see a problem.

The next day, Thomas and I were going somewhere. I opened his door for him, and noticed that the 2 12-packs were obstructing his leg-room. I moved one of the 12-packs to the back seat, behind the passenger seat, and off we went.

On Friday morning, I needed to run an errand. I went out to my car, got in and started it up. I noticed a strange smell, but couldn’t quite place it. I then turned around and saw a 12-pack of Pepsi One on the back seat. Actually, I should say I noticed the remnants of a 12-pack of Pepsi One on the back seat. Remnants, because the whole bloody thing had exploded all over the inside of my car. It was then that I noticed the brown spots all over the car: the ceiling, the sunroof, the back window, the side windows, the windshield, the back seat, the backs of the front seats. Yes, pretty much everywhere that could have gotten splattered did.

I got out, went back in the house and got Thomas to come out and see the carnage. He was amused. I have to say, I was, too. I just couldn’t help but laugh at this absurd occurrence. I got the remnants out, and as I gently dropped it down onto the driveway, another can exploded. It missed me, but barely. There were three others that looked like they were near the bursting point, so I carefully knocked the side of each one against the edge of the driveway to puncture it in a “controlled” fashion.

So, of a 12-pack, 8 exploded in the car, one on its own, and three via “controlled detonation.”

The lesson to be learned: if you live in the South, don’t leave sodas in your car on hot Summer days.

Mii on Wii

Thanks to my sister and brother-in-law, wii are now the proud owners of a brand new Nintendo Wii system. Shiny! We just got it last night, so I haven’t had too much time to fiddle with it. Thomas and I created a couple of Mii’s and did a bit of bowling.

I also downloaded the Internet Channel, which is a special version of the Opera browser. Of course, the first site I visited with the Wii was my own…

I’ve only played with the unit for a short time, but I’m very impressed. The Wiimote is a very neat controller that makes the games more engaging, especially games like bowling and boxing.

The Mythbusters at Georgia Tech

My sister called me yesterday to tell me she had two extra tickets to see The Mythbusters at Georgia Tech last night, and did I want them. Yes, please. So Thomas and I set out eagerly for the show around 5:30 yesterday evening. After missing every single traffic light (save one) we finally made it to the concert hall.

Thomas and I both love the show, but I was a little concerned about how “colorful” Adam’s and Jamie’s language might get given how much swearing they do on the show, and since there wouldn’t be any Discovery Channel censors there. I told him before we went that if they started swearing too much, we’d have to leave, and he was OK with that. Well, they did get a bit colorful, but we didn’t leave. There were no “F-bombs” dropped, and several of the curses that were uttered went past him (I think).

It was a fun evening, with lots of stories from the guys, a video of stuff the “Discovery Channel wouldn’t show,” and a very strange (drunk?) woman in the audience talking about Adam and Jamie and microcosms and macrocosms…

I took several crappy photos of them, which you can see here.

My Poor Cat

Some of you know that we lost one of our cats a few weeks ago. He had stopped eating and seemed to be feeling bad. I was going to take him to the vet on the following Monday morning, and as I went to get him, I found him lying in the hall floor, gasping for breath. I got him to the emergency vet, but they told me he either had a tumor or congestive heart failure. He “went to sleep” about 2 hours later. It was very hard, because we’ve had him for a long time. My son didn’t take it well, at all.

Our 15 year-old cat, Allie (in the photo), has had a growth on her neck for some time now, but we assumed it was similar to the benign fatty tumors that our dog has. She scratched it bloody last week, and we decided to take her to the vet. We were told it was cancer and should be removed. We scheduled the surgery, but when the full blood results came back, we found out that she also had FIV, the cat equivalent of HIV. This meant that if she survived the surgery, she could no longer live with our other two cats, who had each tested negative for FIV. My son’s reaction when we told him about all this, “Not again!!!”

Well, she did survive the surgery and came home this morning. She doesn’t seem to be in any pain, and she is as friendly and active as she ever was. She will stay with us for two weeks, until her bandages come off. At that point, she will be going to live with my mother. Her dog is looking forward to Allie’s arrival.

Click on the photo to see photos of her with her bandage on.

My New TreadClimber

Well, I finally did it, and it finally came. What’s that? I bought a TreadClimber, that’s what. And it was delivered on Monday by UPS in four big honking boxes. OK, actually there were only three boxes that were actually honking, but the forth one was not all that small. I didn’t have time to assemble the thing Monday night, but even if I had had the time, there was no place to put it. So last night I spent a few hours rearranging things in the Office of Death™ to accommodate it. I now have stacks of books that I’m going to donate to the library, and piles of old computers that I’m going to donate to the local thrift store.

Anyway, so I got a space cleared out for it last night, but by the time I finished, it was too late to start putting it together. So tonight was the night. I man-handled the boxes up the stairs, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring the big letters on the boxes stating “Extremely Heavy. Two People Needed to Move!” My boy Thomas (6 years old) stood at the top of the stairs shouting encouraging things at me, such as “I’m just gonna stand right here, ok?” Once the boxes were on the proper floor, I found the one marked “1 of 3” and opened it. Once I found the instructions, I read them (yes, I do read instructions) and starting assembling. Four hours, three skinned knuckles and two-quarts-of-sweat later, I was done.

I’m sure you’re wondering to yourselves “Did he try it out or just bag it for the evening?” I’ll tell you, I tried it out. I calibrated it according to the directions, then fired it up. It has a very smooth motion, though I can really tell that one leg (mine) is shorter than the other… sigh… Anyway, I did it for a few minutes, whilst reading the instructions about other things, including the included heart-rate monitor. I got it out, strapped it on, and then got on the beast again to make sure it worked. It’s a Polar and is completely wireless, which is pretty cool. I could see my heart-rate moving on up as I walked, which means it’s working.

How long did I stay on? About five minutes, total. But I got a workout putting the darned thing together, so I don’t feel too bad about it. I’m going to go watch the video with the buff-and-busty models telling me how bloody easy the thing is to workout on, and then actually have a go on it tomorrow. Well, the TreadClimber, not the buff-and-busty model…

BTW, I got the TC5000, which has the most bells and/or whistles. I just can’t resist those bells and whistles.

And one more thing, beware of the “Payments as low as $45/month” and “nothing down” statements. It’s not a loan, but a revolving credit line. In other words, a BowFlex credit card. I went through most of the process of signing up and then they flashed the interest rate at me: 21.5%. Whoa, Nellie! That’s a heck of an interest rate. I stopped the process right there and went to check my existing credit cards for their interest rates. I discovered that I already had a card with a far, far better interest rate, so I just put it on that. Do yourself a favor and finance the thing yourself.

I’ll let you know in a couple of days how it’s going.

Getter Done? I Don’t Think That’s What They Meant To Say…

While driving home from somewhere the other day, I saw a sign for some sort of mechanic/tune-up joint. At the top of the sign were the words “Getter Done!” It took me a minute, but it finally occurred to me that the owners were trying to be funny and invoked the catch-phrase of Larry the Cable Guy. The only problem was they got it a little wrong. As any fan of Larry knows, the proper phrasing is “Git-R-Done!”