I’ve watched the first four episodes of the new Ken Burns documentary on Vietnam. It’s been pretty decent so far.
I do not understand why some people are so full of their own self-importance that they feel the need to jump out of their car and berate the person in front of them for not pulling forward enough. In their opinion. Which would require the person in front of them to block the intersection.
The 5.11 store in Tampa is finally open! I’m going to have to do something about that.
We come out of the restaurant and my nephew proudly claims he’s finally taller than me. I look at him, look at the ground, and then back up at him. “Dude, you realize I’m standing on an incline, right?” Twelve-year-old face just deflates. I’ve got to take these small victories when I can. I’ve probably got six months before the boy will be taller than me.
Best family costume idea – the ninja hedgerow from the early Tick comics. Man, those old comics were funny as hell.
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Due to his father’s new job, I have been designated as the new chauffeur for my nephew to his Boy Scouts meeting. I fully intend on using the time waiting for him to either A) get caught up on comics or B) getting some writing done – both of which I can do on my tablet.
The other fun bit is that the boy is now old enough for different audiobooks than those we listened to when he went to Cub Scouts. I’ve already started him on Hardcore History’s “Ghosts of the Ostfront” series.
Today is a day that all pet owners know will come. It was just so sudden. I mean fifteen minutes before he was sitting next to me get his morning skritches and rubs. Now, he’s laid to rest in the backyard. I don’t know what happened except my Ghost, who I’ve had since he was a kitten, is gone. My attention whore cat got his last bit of attention.
C’mon, we’re making a dry ice run!
I do so love science night with the nephew’s scout den.
Nephew: Let’s go talk to her. That’s the best way to start a fight is to talk to them.
Nephew: I can tell this baclava came from Whole Foods.
The rest of us give him quizzical looks.
Nephew: There is no sweetness in the honey.
FSM, I love my nephew.
Nephew’s Father: Yes, we’re going to run around with giant paper-mâché heads.
Nephew: But then we’d have to light you on fire.
I’m so proud!
Sometimes I post some material over there that I don’t here. These are a couple of items:
Fun: Taking my nephew shooting.
More fun: Getting my nephew to tell his mother “There has been a good killing.”
Coworker comes into my office to discuss a joint assignment. Before he leaves, he turns and asks me if I can smell the faint odor. The question isn’t as rude as it sounds, because we’ve had issues with the building.
Me: Yes, it’s leather dye.
CW: From what?
Me: My new belt.
CW: I don’t remember that smell from any of my belts.
Me: That’s because you buy your belts where you get your clothes from. I buy my belts where I get my holsters from.
Lightbulb goes off and my coworker wanders off.
Reputation defended for the day.
Someone gives you one of those novelty mugs with a pistol grip for a handle, and one of the first things you think is How do I hold this without breaking Rule 1?